With a flash of saber light, a man in a black robe burst out from the foot of the mountain.
In the next instant, the black blade came down before "Ding Jingyi."
"Clang!"
"Ding Jingyi" raised her sword to block.
The clash of weapons echoed through the mountains of Myriad Dao Sect.
"Hmm?"
Soon, "Ding Jingyi" realized something was wrong.
The long saber in his hand wasn't the Fourth-Grade Magic Tool Xiao Mo had just been holding. It was an Immortal Weapon.
Boom!
Xiao Mo brought the blade down with all his strength. "Ding Jingyi" was sent flying like a meteor, smashing the peak off a mountain.
As soon as "Ding Jingyi" got back to her feet, Xiao Mo swung the long saber down again.
"Ding Jingyi" didn't dare meet the blow head-on and could only dodge to the side.
Xiao Mo's domineering saber energy, mixed with Blood energy, tore a hole straight through Myriad Dao Sect's protective Formation.
"Ding Jingyi" furrowed her brow. Since awakening, this was the first time she'd felt she needed to get serious.
Xiao Mo stepped forward and swung again.
Every strike was incredibly fast, and each one hit harder than the last.
"Ding Jingyi" felt as though Xiao Mo wasn't holding a saber at all, but hurling Mount Buzhou at her again and again.
In truth, to a cultivator, any weapon was simply a way of amplifying one's own abilities.
Likewise,
a cultivator had to be strong enough to bring out a weapon's full potential.
That depended on the compatibility between cultivator and weapon.
As the saying went, it had to "feel right in the hand."
Only when the two were well matched could one plus one be greater than two.
That was why it was incredibly difficult for a cultivator to find a