"My grasp of the sword dao is lacking. Reading between the lines, she means that Miss Si shouldn't let the vast distance between you give rise to any other unhealthy thoughts. She should keep her mind on the sword and rein in her schemes—is that right? As for Miss Si, she said that she once thought of you, Big Brother Xia, living in the Cloud Mountains of Sky City while she sat in East Continent watching the moon, with the clouds and moon illuminating each other. Like the sudden feeling of recognizing and longing for someone—is that what she means?" Xinyuan Ying asked with a smile.
I had to admire this girl's way of thinking, so I simply didn't answer her. After all, she had already formed a preconceived notion. If I truly explained it to her, would she even listen?
Besides, both sword songs had been composed in haste and were brief. No matter how exquisite they were, they were suitable for probing attacks, but impossible for deciding victory or defeat. After all, the health bars in individual battles differed from those in team battles. To allow both sword techniques and sword songs to display their full power, the rules had been specially designed, and the shields were evidently sturdier as well—strong enough to withstand the fierce assault of a five-character sword song.
Sure enough, one sword split into two streams of Sword Qi that rapidly pursued Yin Huayi. The Sword Qi radiating along their path left Yin Huayi nowhere to dodge, and his health bar naturally began to drain at a slow pace. However, Yin Huayi's sword song was filled with instinctive domineering might, mighty enough to ride the wind and shatter the waves. He didn't evade the enemy's attack at all, instead drawing the sword curses into