The next moment, the two of them collided without surprise.
What followed was a barrage of clashing swords, like a raging storm.
With swords in hand, the two exchanged blows back and forth, unleashing all manner of exquisite sword techniques with effortless ease, dazzling the eye.
It could be said that from the very beginning, the battle had already reached a white-hot stage.
If anyone had been watching from the side, they likely would have found it difficult to tell which was the original body and which was the copy.
At this moment, Fang Xiao had thrown himself almost completely into the battle.
The sword techniques he employed changed without end, utterly devoid of any fixed form.
They were all born from his own understanding of the Sword Dao and the instincts engraved in his bones.
This was known as "formless."
A sword issuing from the heart was precisely like this.
But since he was like this, the copy Fang Xiao facing him was naturally no different.
The moment copy Fang Xiao raised his hand, Fang Xiao could already foresee how the sword move would change.
Likewise, the instant Fang Xiao made a move, copy Fang Xiao could see through it.
This was the difficulty of battling oneself.
You understood me, and I understood you. Neither could break the other's moves.
However, there were still differences between the original body and the copy.
The copy's advantage was that it possessed no distracting thoughts, only a heart brimming with fighting spirit.
Thus, it would basically never reveal a flaw.
Most challengers in the past had simply had too many thoughts, exposing flaws instead and ultimately being defeated by their own copies.
But Fang Xiao did not have this problem.
His Dao Heart was whole and harmonious, his Sword Heart crystal-clear. So