Buzz!
Amid the sword's cry, the white man on the right charged forward at high speed, thrusting his sword straight at Old Six's face. He was relatively lean, his swordsmanship light, agile, and ever-changing. It was clearly built upon Wind Tribulation and Thunder Tribulation, while also carrying traits of Yu Hua Xian's Flying Immortal Sword Strike. A seemingly simple thrust was both real and illusory, impossible to predict—hard to block and just as hard to evade.
Yet Old Six neither dodged nor retreated. He simply stood where he was, watching the blade stab straight toward his brow.
The next instant, with a smack, Old Six turned his left wrist. Completely unaffected by any feint, he clamped the opponent's sword body between the pages of a book.
The white man immediately twisted his wrist and swung his sword horizontally, intending to slice through Old Six's fingers. But the force in Old Six's hand was exquisitely subtle—not dead in its exertion, not excessive in its release; half congealed and half adhered, half pinched and half stuck. He gave his opponent no room whatsoever to change moves. Then he stepped forward and pressed in, gripping the book and raising it against the blade as though wiping a sword with a tissue, driving straight for the opponent's center gate.
The white man's pupils contracted. Remembering what had happened to the Black man moments ago, he hurriedly withdrew one hand to protect his face. At the same time, he shouted and sent force through his entire body, vibrating the blade in an attempt to shred the book to pieces.
But with a wet splurt, blood sprayed from the white man's throat. The sword fingers of Shi Tiexin's controlled right hand had stabbed deep into his throat. With a crack, his throat bone gave way. The