Battle Intent Soared

An utterly absurd feeling rose in Su Li's heart.

The sword he had forged with his own hands, wielded for many years, a weapon united with him as man and sword, had actually burst forth with boundless radiance in another man's hand, its sword cry ringing out. It was simply unbelievable.

Yet no matter how impossible it seemed to believe, he had to acknowledge this reality and face Duan Yi's earth-shaking swordsmanship.

Ever since Duan Yi had obtained the Sacred Spirit Swordplay from Ruyi Tower's armory, he had absorbed the essence of countless sword arts he had learned in the past, including the World-Shaking Sword Dao of the Fourteen Deadly Swords.

Already a supreme master whose sword dao had reached the realm of no sword in hand, no sword in heart, and further tempered and catalyzed by the Tower of Hidden Martial Arts, he had turned complexity into simplicity. In a short time, he had deduced the original Eighteen Sacred Spirit Swords into the Twenty-Two Sacred Spirit Swords.

The first eighteen swords still followed the dao of sentimental swords. The last four entered the dao of merciless swords through killing swords, perfectly fused as one without the slightest obstruction or awkwardness. Even compared to the original Sacred Spirit Swordplay, it was superior in every respect.

The sword light was like freshly washed brilliance, the sword qi like frost. As the sword stabbed forth, flowing radiance spilled in every direction.

Half of it carried the lingering tenderness of lovers, phoenixes singing in harmony; half carried cold-blooded resolve, without love or feeling.

Those who saw this sword could not help but feel both delight and melancholy, their minds completely drawn in by it.

It seemed that within that sword, scenes of mournful, desolate love and hatred were unfolding one after another.

Yet