Facing an unprecedented crisis, Li Xian used self-mutilation to drive out his fear of Xiang Yang. At the same time, he unleashed another powerful sword technique, turning it into a defensive stance to withstand Xiang Yang's perfected saber strike.
This sword technique also had a name: the Universe Sword Technique. Heaven was Qian, earth was Kun; sun and moon revolved, yin and yang gave birth to each other. Layer upon layer, it seemed to possess the power to shift stars and overturn constellations, to bear Heaven and follow fate. It was an almost flawless sword path, created by Venerable Qiankun.
Yet a perfect sword wielded by an imperfect man would naturally reveal flaws. In the span of a breath, the brilliant saber qi Xiang Yang had slashed out broke through the Tai Chi Yin-Yang Diagram's obstruction and shot straight at Li Xian, engulfing half of Heaven's Punishment Platform in peerless saber qi, stretching onward as though a domain of blades had descended.
Li Xian hung in midair, his feet treading the breeze. His body shook violently as an unceasing torrent of force battered him to pieces. The web between his thumb and forefinger split open around his sword hilt, blood streaming freely.
Even so, he gritted his teeth and held on. He roused his true qi and, within a brief instant, unleashed three more sword techniques. They split apart, each distinct from the others, barely offsetting Xiang Yang's saber qi.
But as a result, Li Xian looked far more wretched. Fresh crimson stained every part of him, the stench of blood assailed the nose, his face was pale, and his eyes dim.
Especially his sword arm: its sleeve had been torn apart by the fierce force, while thousands upon thousands of tiny holes had burst through his skin, as though