On the other side, inside Wushuang City, Xuan Mo had already arrived at the city's Sword Pavilion. He looked at the Lord of Wushuang City with a smile and said, "I've long heard that the Lord of Wushuang City is one of the finest swordsmen of the current age. Would you care to exchange a few moves with me?"
Upon hearing this, the Lord of Wushuang City raised a hand and waved. Twelve flying swords flew out of the sword box and began circling his entire body. "Please."
Xuan Mo nodded. The Pine Grain Wood Sword came directly from behind him and split into five. "The sword technique is called Immeasurable Heavenly Dipper." With that, he waved a hand, and countless wooden-sword phantoms surged toward the Lord of Wushuang City.
The Lord of Wushuang City flashed aside, dodging the attack. He guided the sword arts with one hand, and the twelve flying swords transformed into streaks of sword light that shot toward Xuan Mo like meteors.
Xuan Mo's wrist trembled, and the five wooden swords quickly interwove into a sword net, blocking all the flying swords.
The two exchanged blows back and forth, and for a time, neither could gain the upper hand.
Suddenly, Xuan Mo let out a shout. His sword technique changed, and the wooden swords moved like agile snakes—cunning and bizarre, making them impossible to guard against.
The Lord of Wushuang City was secretly alarmed. He exerted his swordsmanship to the utmost, yet gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.
Cold sweat broke out on the Lord of Wushuang City's forehead, and he inwardly cried out that things were going badly. He focused his mind, attempting to find a flaw in Xuan Mo's sword technique.
However, Xuan Mo's swordsmanship was like a ghost, ever-changing and impossible to fathom.