Strongest Showdown

Zhang Qingshan had a feeling that his opponent had completely seen through the flaw in his Heaven Shaking Limitless move.

Because he could sense that when Duàn Yì unleashed that sword technique, the true qi power he had infused into it was almost identical to the power Zhang Qingshan had poured into Heaven Shaking Limitless.

This meant that under equal strength, the opponent's sword technique had broken his second Qian Kun strike. What that signified was already plain to see.

Not only had his opponent surpassed him by a level in terms of power, but Duàn Yì's realm of comprehension in martial arts was also far beyond his.

Zhang Qingshan's eyes were wide, filled with gravity and resolve. His arms, which he had just drawn back, trembled faintly. He ignored the swelling pain in his meridians caused by the excessive circulation of true qi.

Two of the three moves had already passed. Only the final move remained. If it failed again, then defeat and death would be his only road.

Duàn Yì's body was like drifting willow catkins. Borrowing the force of the impact, he floated back to his previous position and slowly landed.

His breathing was calm, without the slightest fluctuation. His limbs were strong, brimming with vigorous vitality.

Clearly, that sword strike had still not been his limit, and the opponent's attack had not truly injured him.

However, although this sword had been forged from special materials, it was ultimately not a divine weapon. Moreover, due to the nature of a flexible sword, it was difficult for it to merge with the sharp and forceful sword qi Duàn Yì cultivated. After being ravaged by those successive strikes, its interior was already riddled with holes.

With a series of cracking sounds, Duàn Yì lowered his head to glance at