"Amid the clamoring sword crowns and zither hearts, the azure and purple return after a thousand hurried years!" Zhao Xuanyi lightly plucked the tip of his sword with a sword-pointing finger. The sword rang out grandly, like the resonant notes of an ancient zither, and in an instant waves of Sword Qi surged toward me!
I stretched out my hand and forcibly struck Zhao Xuanyi with the Returning Origin Technique. Yet the speed at which he traced back to his restored position was so fast I could barely sense it. A cold sneer curled at the corners of Zhao Xuanyi's mouth as he shook his head. "Is this your response to my Sword Song? How weak... truly, far too weak..."
My face darkened. I immediately raised the Creation Origin Divine Sword and cleaved down at him!
Boom!
An immense sword shadow crashed into the other party's sword domain with the momentum of filling the sky. Yet the shockwaves from his sword domain surged toward me as well, blocking the endless sword winds outside. It was truly like an ant trying to shake a tree, and the despair in my heart instantly lingered without dispersing!
Zhao Xuanyi's Sword Song continued to resound. Wave after wave of sword-domain tides tossed me back and forth. It was like piloting a speedboat across the ocean: the route seemed short, yet I was forever tumbling amid the waves, making no progress at all!
Zhao Xuanyi plucked the body of his sword hundreds of times in succession. When he rapidly finished the final note, the long sword gave off a string of "clang-chik" sounds. This high-frequency rhythm was like playing a rapid ancient melody on a zither—ready to swallow a person at any moment!
I was utterly hopeless. I knew that once this sword technique was