Because of that earlier clash with the Nine Swords in an Inch, our swords had struck and scraped against each other six times. Both of our swords had suffered damage, and the tips had nearly been shaved flat by the other's blade. That was also why I wanted to try the Ninth Form. Since neither of us had any intention of changing swords, the Ninth Form was incomplete. Even if it pierced me, it might not be able to break through my defenses.
Once one's meridians had reached the level of strength mine had, anything short of a sword tip capable of piercing bone would be bound tight and immobilized within the meridians beneath my inner lining. That was one of the things I relied on, and I was also prepared to use the strongest defensive technique from the Nine Songs of Annihilating the Dao.
So I settled into a stance, preparing to receive this final form.
Lord Tasting Swords did not stop because of this minor interlude. Instead, he assumed the opening stance of the Ninth Form, then flashed forward and instantly arrived before me!
This move looks utterly ordinary, I thought. There was no convoluted movement at all, nor the slightest variation in the technique. Could this be the legendary move that cannot be countered?
If such a simple move was all it took, then perhaps I really would be able to take my junior apprentice sister down the mountain soon. Thus, I immediately unleashed the Azure-Robed Umbrella, intending to withstand this move head-on and at least keep it outside!
"No, move, can, be, broken!" Lord Tasting Swords' deep voice rang out. His sword followed, stabbing toward my heart at astonishing speed. It could not be called extremely fast, but it was definitely no slower than any of