Sword Master

Dingjun Mountain.

It was a mountain in Feiyun County, no more than three hundred zhang tall, surrounded by a stretch of barren, unforgiving land.

The soil yielded little, and few people had settled there. The area was desolate and rarely visited.

Yet beside a small lake at the foot of the mountain stood a bamboo pavilion.

The pavilion nestled against the mountain and beside the water, built right in the middle of the lake and connected to shore by a wooden bridge. It had a certain charm.

Clang!

A sword rang out, stirring a peal of thunder. Clearly, two swordsmen were fighting.

Their clash was even more impressive than the battle between the Demonic Sect's Gu Qi Xing and the Flower Washing Divine Sword, Old Ancestor Jiang Li.

If any other martial artists had witnessed the scene, they would have been utterly astonished.

Who would have thought that such peerless sword masters were living in seclusion on desolate Dingjun Mountain?

The two swordsmen were also an old man and a youth. The old man wore feathered robes, and his long white eyebrows drooped down on either side. The younger one was only sixteen or seventeen, still a boy with the last traces of childhood about him.

Clang!

Suddenly, their swords crossed, and the boy stumbled back several steps.

When he tried to advance again, a sword tip was already pressed against his Adam's apple.

"I lost, Master!"

He swallowed and promptly conceded.

"Mm. This time, you managed to withstand three hundred and sixty-five of my strikes. Your swordsmanship has improved again. Not bad, not bad..."

The old man stroked his beard, his brows alight with delight. "Lei, you were born to wield a sword, and you have a childlike heart. In the future, you'll surely stand at the pinnacle of