"What a fine sword that conceals its edge." I couldn't help praising it. The White Cloud Sword Sect truly was the perfect place for exchanging techniques and comparing swordsmanship, because if this sword wasn't kept in its sheath, it would probably be dangerous just to have around.
"If one's swordsmanship can't match it, what use is having a fine sword?" The female Daoist gave a cold smile. Then she waved the emerald-green sword, pressed its tip against the Sword-Song Insect, and the sword song rang out: "The myriad swords possess the Dao, yet you cannot see it. Sinking into the mortal world, caught between life and death!"
As the female Daoist's sword song began, all the white clouds over White Cloud Pool started churning. It was as if the circular White Cloud Pool had become a washing machine, while I was like a garment hung inside it, stretched taut in my clothes as I flew endlessly around the drum!
At the same time, the White Cloud Sword Qi formed a sea of swords like a tornado, rampaging in every direction. Its momentum was far more formidable than Sword-Wielding Lord's. Clearly, the female Daoist had become a senior sister not merely because she had entered the sect earlier. In terms of swordsmanship cultivation, she had probably practiced far longer than Sword-Wielding Lord as well, so every move flowed naturally, without the slightest abruptness or overly swift turn.
As soon as the sword wind rose, the Sword-Song Insect seemed to have learned how to sing, crying out loudly and rhythmically. The frequency of its wingbeats alone was probably incomparable to before. I knew how formidable this sword technique was. After all, Shao Shihui had used it when fighting Yun Xingzhui to the death, and had even taught Yun Xingzhui how to conduct