"You shouldn't have come here to die." With just one sentence, Xuan Yi revealed his razor-sharp edge.
"The ones who'll die will be you!" Qi Jiajie shot back without courtesy.
Whoosh!
Qi Jiajie swept his longsword diagonally. Perhaps he did not think Xuan Yi and the other were worth his full strength, or perhaps this was merely a preliminary test.
With a single sweep, sword qi came weaving in like a setting sun descending beyond the horizon, like slanting wind and fine rain.
This sword was called "Setting Sun." It was both the sword's name and the name of the technique. At eighteen, Qi Jiajie had relied on it to roam the world.
"You're courting death!"
Rather than getting angry, Xuan Yi laughed. Did Qi Jiajie really think the title "Killing God" had been given to him for nothing by holding back before him?
Xuan Yi and Xuan Er leveled their swords, pushed off with their toes, and drifted more than thirty yards away. Their blades pointed straight at Qi Jiajie.
Wherever they passed, their sword intent annihilated every trace of the Setting Sun Qi Jiajie had unleashed!
In an instant, they had closed to within ten paces of Qi Jiajie!
"So fast!"
"Setting Sun is useless. There's no need to try Foul Stench either. Use Changjia directly!"
Qi Jiajie let out a long howl, holding at a slant the famed sword Changjia, forged in the Jinglong Sword Furnace. This renowned three-foot-three-inch sword, without edge or hilt, suddenly rang out like a dragon's cry as it emerged a full inch from its sheath!
Whoosh!
At that moment, an invisible sword edge swept forward. Xuan Yi bore the brunt of it, yet remained unmoved. With a light tap of his sword, he sent nine sword blossoms drifting out, precisely breaking the