Upon the platform.
Li Qinghuan, clad in a hint of azure, held an immortal sword. Her slender wrist turned lightly, raising three inches of cold gleam. The silver bells on the sword tassel still echoed through the air, and her entire person was like a sharp immortal sword.
"Shave the moon into paper, cut the wind into blades." As the woman wielded her immortal sword, she recited incantations, countless Sword Qi whistling with razor-sharp force.
Watching a Sword Venerable dance with a sword... was not a sight just anyone could witness.
Of course, calling it a sword dance... there was not much beauty to it. With Li Qinghuan's temperament... how could she possibly dance with an immortal sword? Everything she practiced was a killing move!
The key was that this woman even thought she danced quite well.
"One sword, two swords, three, four swords."
"Five swords, six swords, seven, eight swords."
"A thousand swords, ten thousand swords, countless swords."
"Rending the heavens, all vanish from sight."
Dancing with her sword while composing poetry—she had a little too much flair for life. If not for her pretty face, Young Master Jiang would have slapped her long ago.
Jiang Che sat in the hall, drinking Immortal Tea steeped from the Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree. His gaze was fixed entirely on the female Sword Venerable. It had to be said... Li Qinghuan's figure truly was not bad. As expected of an old woman who had developed for over a hundred thousand years—her children would not go hungry in the future.
The slender immortal sword in Li Qinghuan's hand whirred and hummed as she danced it, all manner of phenomena arising in the void. With the power of an Immortal Venerable... at full strength, she could even tear apart an entire starfield with a