Wherever Wan Jianlai's Sword Qi crisscrossed, space flickered and warped. Even darkness here felt like the bitter chill before winter's arrival, while sword cries shook the land for a hundred miles. For an ordinary man who had still clung to his old trade at thirty, to suddenly abandon everything after deciding to pursue immortality and the Dao, becoming a sword-wielding bandit instead—he truly was a remarkable talent!
"A letter can do no more than sever the wild geese above the clouds; with a sword in hand, one can go there in an instant." The meaning was to keep working and studying, seeing things through to the end, yet that would only carry one as high as a wild goose reaching the cloud's summit. But with a sword in hand, one could seize whatever one wanted, robbing it away so that one's resources grew ever greater. In the end, wherever one went and whatever one sought could all be obtained in an instant!
Boom!
Wan Jianlai vanished as well. When he appeared again, shadows filled the area, crisscrossing back and forth without ever leaving Fan Tiansheng's side. Fan Tiansheng's sword song appeared just as abruptly, not the slightest bit slower than his opponent's!
As expected of the former number-one assassin of the Sacred Dao Sect. His strength in single combat could rival Night Emperor Zi Qingyun's, so how could he possibly be weak in the Sword Dao? It was only because he had devoted himself to the Ghost Dao for a thousand years that everyone felt he no longer used swords! But now that he had obtained the Six Paths Divine Sword, how could he not pick up such a devastating offensive method again?
His swordsmanship was filled with a vast and desolate sword realm. In the silent night and the