"Good, this time we have to settle who's stronger!" The saber wielder laughed heartily. His curved saber opened and closed in his hand, stirring up a dragon-shaped saber aura thick with Demonic Qi as he clashed with the swordsman.
The two were evenly matched, both Upper Gods. One wielded a sword, the other a saber, and both were masters in their respective fields.
In an instant, they exchanged several moves, neither gaining the upper hand.
Though their consciousnesses were locked in a fierce battle, reality remained perfectly calm; not even a blade of grass beside them was broken. They sparred while drinking, displaying quite the refined taste.
Meanwhile, Fan Lang was still climbing, pressing onward with the Poetry Rhythm Swordplay to carve a path through the surrounding sword qi.
"Drifting flowers float light as dreams; endless silk rain falls fine as sorrow!"
Fan Lang's sword qi transformed into a shower of fluttering petals, carrying the artistic mood of the verse as it sliced through every obstacle and carried him dozens of yards higher.
At this new height, the attacks he faced became even fiercer.
A flickering figure could vaguely be seen darting through the air, displaying peerless swordsmanship. Countless streams of sword qi moved with it, forming a chilling storm that swept Fan Lang inside.
Fan Lang used his fingers as a sword, charging left and right through the sword qi storm. During the collisions, his fingers were cut by sword qi, leaving an additional wound.
This meant his fingers alone could no longer withstand it.
Five Venoms Death Severing Sword, unsheathe!
Fan Lang drew the Venomous Snake Sword from the set. He still used the Poetry Rhythm Swordplay, but with a true Divine Weapon in hand, the power of his swordsmanship rose sharply.
After several exchanges, Fan Lang