One move, ten moves, thirty moves, fifty moves—moves without end, forms without limit. Xiang Yang fought Yi Guoxin, who wielded the Crimson Abyss Divine Blade, with nothing but his palm-blade. Their battle was in full swing, tempers rising, with every sign that it would only intensify.
Yi Guoxin primarily relied on the martial art Blood Calamity Sky, with the Crimson Abyss Divine Blade amplifying its power. Though his blade techniques were crude beyond measure, paired with his ferocious strength, they possessed a plain, unadorned force, and the ripples of destruction they caused were immense.
As time passed and the blood qi around him dispersed, the essence blood of quite a few experts present showed signs of being drawn from their bodies. The divine art displayed its might in dazzling fashion, leaving everyone clicking their tongues in amazement.
As for Xiang Yang, he walked the path of technique entirely. His palm was a blade, and he himself was a blade. His moves came in intricate succession, meeting Yi Guoxin's attacks head-on while standing firm and waiting for his chance.
At this point, there was no longer any need for forbidden techniques. So long as one could win, even the simplest Forcefully Splitting Mount Hua was a forbidden move. There was no distinction between them.
After fifty moves, offense and defense changed places. Yi Guoxin, who had originally fought with broad, sweeping movements and the momentum of a fierce tiger, became cautious. His blade techniques remained rough, but the force hidden within them became incomparably delicate and ingenious, filled with ten thousand transformations.
Xiang Yang, meanwhile, turned frenzied. Killing intent spread through the air, blooming like brilliant flowers. Blade light condensed into a sea of blood-red, carrying the bloody spirit and tyrannical bearing of a peerless saber master. His loose hair flew