When a sword cultivator drew his sword, it was as free as breathing.
When every sword strike was unleashed, it felt as exhilarating as drinking strong wine.
When every thought vanished completely, leaving only the purest battle, what kind of realm was that?
Su Yi himself could not feel it.
He had completely forgotten himself.
In this exceptionally peculiar contest of the sword, he was clearly a notch inferior to the First Lifetime.
He was constantly being defeated and constantly wounded.
Blood stained his robes.
Yet his eyes shone brightly. His essence, energy, and spirit blazed like a boiling furnace. Whenever his Dao was shattered, he instead took the lead in attacking again.
Any other opponent would have died long ago.
Even a Heaven Sealing Venerable would have been killed countless times over.
After all, those were the First Lifetime's swords.
The might of every sword could instantly kill an opponent.
But Su Yi was different.
Without needing a turn of thought from him, the power of nirvana operated naturally, as though it were instinctive.
It repaired his injuries again and again.
Moreover, as the fierce battle continued, although Su Yi's injuries were grievous, his combat strength was undergoing a striking transformation!
Just as the First Lifetime had said, after Su Yi had taken life and death lightly and cast aside all concern for victory or defeat, he had effectively regarded this battle as an opportunity to temper his sword edge.
Only a sword cultivator with the purest heart could do something so mad and resolute.
For this meant valuing the sword more than life and death, more than victory and defeat!
Naturally, the changes occurring within Su Yi did not escape the First Lifetime's discerning eyes.
During this battle, the Zhou Xu Origin that resembled a river of stars