The green hills beyond town were especially enchanting.
A mountain peak in the Qingyan Mountain Range...
The sword was sharp, and the spear was cold as ice.
A breeze swept past, sounding the trumpet of battle.
Sword and spear crossed in midair, their sharp clashes ringing out.
Sparks flew, and light flashed!
On the peak, two figures crisscrossed, swordlight and spear shadows filling the mountainside.
Both were brimming with fighting spirit. They had met their match, a worthy opponent!
Neither of them gave ground!
"Brother Qinglin, your swordsmanship is extraordinary. It seems I can't beat you on skill."
After their weapons clashed once more, the two drew apart, and Mo Yuanyou spoke.
"Brother Yuanyou, your spear skills are exceptional. I can't gain even the slightest advantage." Chen Qinglin had not met such a well-matched opponent in a long time.
"Brother Qinglin, I hope you won't hold back from here on. I won't, either!"
"Good!"
Clouds began to gather around the spear tip!
Cloud Breaking Spear!
Wisps of breeze also curled around the sword!
Ride the Wind Slash!
On the mountain peak, the heavens shifted! Wind rose, and clouds surged!
A storm!
A storm linking heaven and earth appeared! Every strand of wind was like a sharp sword!
This was a sword-blade storm empowered by sword intent!
Suddenly, clouds that pressed upon the mind appeared. They quickly turned from white to black, surging like a rising tide!
The sky darkened, its presence vast and imposing!
As if a city were about to fall!
Spear intent coursed through the clouds, like a cloud dragon swimming within, appearing and disappearing!
Cloud Spear Intent collided with Wind Sword Intent!
The two clearly sensed a brand-new intent arising between wind and cloud.
As if by unspoken agreement, they stopped opposing each other. Instead, their spear