The Twin Swords of Purple and Green?!
Ding Ling was startled and focused his gaze.
It turned out to be two young men carrying swords.
One was graceful and refined, gentle and cultured, resembling a gentleman;
the other had extraordinary looks and bearing, standing out from the crowd, yet seemed like a scoundrel;
of the two, the gentleman carried a precious sword glittering with purple light;
the other scoundrel carried a divine sword whose azure radiance shot into the heavens;
The two young men held their precious swords and charged at each other at tremendous speed. They were on the verge of combining the swords.
Ding Ling almost instinctively circulated the Martial Dao True Understanding and the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword.
This sword carried a thirteenfold amplification.
Clang!
A streak of sword light pierced the clouds, arriving first despite being launched later. It threaded through the space between the two men just as they were about to combine their swords, perfectly blocking their momentum.
"Not good, separate!"
The two youths shouted sharply, turned their sword tips, and once again charged into the sky:
"We'll combine them again."
Ding Ling watched from below, the corner of his eye twitching as fury surged in his heart.
He had actually been mistaken for an Evil Demon!
"Hmph!"
Ding Ling snorted coldly. With the Ice Soul Sword's radiance beneath his feet and the Martial Dao True Understanding's thirteenfold amplification, he shot into the clouds like a bolt of lightning and stood between the two sword lights.
He spun the Mystic Ice Mirror in his hand.
Streaks of white light descended upon the two young men.
The two youths cried out again and swiftly dodged.
They knew that with Ding Ling obstructing them,
they could no longer combine their swords, so they shouted loudly: