At this moment, however, Tianshan Tonglao showed no satisfaction at all. Instead, her face was grave. "Innate Sword Qi?"
Song Qingshu forced her back with sword qi. Seeing her frozen there, he paid her no further attention and continued suppressing the Life and Death Talisman within Yelü Nanxian.
"I once heard that a remnant of the One-Character Wisdom Sword Sect named Zhuo Bufan had trained bitterly on Changbai Mountain for twenty years and obtained a sword manual. He could sweep half a foot of Sword Aura from his sword tip, and he lamented how swiftly the martial arts world had progressed. Yet you can actually wield such astonishing sword qi. Compared to yours, Zhuo Bufan's half-foot Sword Aura is simply not worth mentioning." Tianshan Tonglao sighed, feeling as though the waves behind on the Yangtze River were forever driving the waves ahead.
But she quickly regained her composure. "Still, mere sword qi may not be enough to frighten me!" She slowly raised both hands. Along the edges of her delicate little palms, a faint, nearly transparent outline appeared.
"Qi blade!" Song Qingshu's heart tightened. At the Golden Snake Assembly, he had once seen Xu Zhu use a North Darkness qi blade. At the time, he had assumed it was an attack technique unique to the North Darkness Divine Skill. Now, it seemed this blade art was a special martial art of the Xiaoyao School. As long as one's inner strength was sufficiently profound, one could turn qi into a blade. Whether one cultivated the North Darkness Divine Skill, the Minor Formless Skill, or the Eight Desolations Six Directions Only I Reign Supreme Art did not matter much.
By then, Tianshan Tonglao had already gathered her blade qi and slashed down at him from afar. Before the blade qi even arrived,