Seeing that she could not evade it, Miejue flew into a rage. True qi surged through her body and pressed down along her longsword.
But she felt a tremendous force rebound against her. Miejue's hand shook, and only then did the two swords separate.
The circle Song Yuanqiao drew with his sword was like a bolt of silk. He used only the edge of his blade to strike the flat of the Heaven Sword. Compared to it, Song Yuanqiao's sword naturally emerged unscathed.
The two had taken swordsmanship to opposite extremes. One relied on overwhelming force, his swordplay peerlessly sharp and ever advancing with fierce momentum. His attacks were unmatched—faster, fiercer, more violent—pressing forward in a single breath until everyone could barely breathe.
Miejue added force to her hand, and a transparent surge of energy shot forth from beneath her sword. Formless and invisible, it was exceptionally sharp, seemingly capable of piercing anything.
The sword qi was swift and left no trace. Song Yuanqiao felt a suffocating sense of danger rise in his heart, as though someone had placed a blade against his head.
Song Yuanqiao only had time to raise his sword vertically when a violent roar rang out. Fortunately, Song Yuanqiao's sword was the Wudang sect leader's personal weapon.
It was naturally no ordinary item. Song Yuanqiao forcibly dissipated the sword qi with the quality of this blade.
Miejue refused to let up after gaining the upper hand. Streams of sword qi burst from her hand in every direction—front, back, left, right, above, and below.
Song Yuanqiao was like an insect caught in a web, destined to become the spider's meal. No matter how he struggled, it was useless.
"Thank you, Master, for showing mercy!"
He Taichong of Kunlun thought to himself, *This is the time for me