Mountaintop.
Li Chungang looked around curiously. It was indeed exactly the same as reality, and his senses were crystal clear.
With a thought, light flowed through his hand, and an ancient yet oddly shaped longsword appeared.
This was his sword, Mu Ma Niu.
In his world, Mu Ma Niu had long since broken. Who would have thought it would appear out of thin air here once more?
This Chat Group is truly miraculous, Li Chungang thought.
Across from him, Li Hanyi looked at Li Chungang. She had thought the Sword God would be some peerless figure with an extraordinary bearing.
Who would have expected an old one-armed man, disheveled and unkempt, looking as though he had not woken up yet?
Still, the Sword Intent emanating from him was indeed far from ordinary, carrying an unyielding arrogance and the will to cleave the heavens.
But to say that the sword path had been like an eternal night since ancient times was indeed an exaggeration.
There were no excessive words. Li Hanyi drew her sword, and Li Chungang did the same.
Their moves were exceedingly simple and ordinary, yet this very swordplay left no path of escape and no room to evade, as though one had been completely locked on.
Sword qi collided and crisscrossed in every direction. The surrounding rocks shattered beneath the sword qi, while even the clouds and mist in the sky were cleaved apart with a single strike.
"Excellent swordsmanship," Li Chungang said.
"You are no less impressive, Senior," Li Hanyi replied, her gaze sharp.
"At our level, if we only compare sword moves, even a thousand exchanges may not determine the victor.
"In that case, let us compare Sword Intent instead. One sword strike shall decide the winner," Li Chungang said.
"That is exactly my intention," Li