Lou Sanfeng had not expected that this old man before her, who looked as though his lifespan was nearly at an end, still possessed such strength.
If Zhou Zixun's acupoint cultivation had likewise exceeded a hundred at this moment, then combined with his current sword form, the outcome of this strike would likely have held many more variables.
But there was no such thing as "if" in this world. What was, was; what was not, was not.
Although Zhou Zixun had cultivated the Heavy Origin Sword to its peak, the number of his acupoints had not changed much over these past years. At this moment, he possessed only an exquisite sword technique without sufficient cultivation to support it, which was truly regrettable.
The Xuan Shui Secret within Lou Sanfeng roared into motion, like surging waters descending from the heavens, terrifying power instantly spreading throughout her body.
The point where the sword and dagger had clashed had been violently trembling, but as Lou Sanfeng fully circulated the Xuan Shui Secret, it abruptly calmed.
The elders of the Yuan Chen Sword Sect and Sinking Water Pavilion watched Zhou Zixun's aura soar, as though he were about to sweep Lou Sanfeng away before him.
But as Lou Sanfeng's momentum rose, that illusion of possible victory instantly shattered. Zhou Zixun's aura remained deep and heavy, yet before Lou Sanfeng, it always seemed to lack something.
It was precisely that missing sliver which made Zhou Zixun's clearly formidable momentum seem like a castle in the air, unreal and insubstantial.
Boom!
With a sharp cry from Lou Sanfeng, the dagger in her hand swept upward. Though Zhou Zixun continuously tried to force it down, he was still swept aside by Lou Sanfeng in a single motion.
Zhou Zixun slammed uncontrollably into the wall. The formation in