Dao Lord Taichu's eyes shone with determination. His swordsmanship was both profound and mystical, as though it had condensed from the laws of heaven and earth.
Every strike contained his comprehension of Cosmic Law, possessing boundless power and unmatched speed.
The Mysterious Swordsman was unwilling to be outdone. His swordsmanship was incomparably fierce, his sword qi burning like flames as it forced back Dao Lord Taichu's sword qi.
His eyes revealed a thirst for great power, as though only through constant battle could he find a chance to break through.
The surrounding mountains and rivers had already been ravaged beyond recognition by their sword qi, countless trees reduced to ash beneath its impact.
Yet neither Dao Lord Taichu nor the Mysterious Swordsman showed the slightest intention of retreating. They had fallen into an extraordinarily fierce duel.
Dao Lord Taichu's movements were exceedingly strange, supple as flowing water at times and violent as a raging gale at others, making him impossible for the Mysterious Swordsman to grasp.
The Mysterious Swordsman, meanwhile, relied on fierce and forceful attacks. Every sword strike contained the power to destroy all things, as if he intended to utterly crush Dao Lord Taichu.
Amid this intense battle, Dao Lord Taichu gradually came to understand the subtleties of the Mysterious Swordsman's swordsmanship, and a trace of enlightenment flashed through his eyes.
He began responding flexibly to the Mysterious Swordsman's attacks, turning defense into offense as his sword qi gradually gained the upper hand.
The Mysterious Swordsman felt the pressure coming from Dao Lord Taichu, and excitement also flashed in his eyes.
He craved power and challenges. This battle with Dao Lord Taichu made him feel a long-lost passion.
Between their sword techniques, they needed no words. They used sword qi and sword moves to convey messages to one