Song Qingshu's martial arts had already reached a certain realm. Not long ago, he had studied the Xiaoyao School's martial arts diagrams in the secret chamber of Lingjiu Palace. After fully integrating them, he developed an extraordinary sense of seeing through everything without exception.
Everything became ten or a hundred times clearer in his eyes. Not only could none of his opponent's slightest movements escape him, but even the contraction and expansion of pores, changes in the glint within the eyes, and the circulation of true qi within the body were all reflected one by one in his mind, clear as a mirror.
Using his fingers as swords, he transformed them into countless sword shadows, every finger aimed directly at his opponent's openings and weaknesses. As Song Qingshu closed in and his fingertips attacked, Nian Liandan suddenly realized that his flawless sword net had abruptly become riddled with holes. Startled, he hurriedly changed moves, drawing the sword net back into a single sword before turning it into a long rainbow that shot straight at his opponent, intending to use clumsiness to overcome skill.
His reasoning was clear enough. No matter how high his opponent's martial arts were, he was still flesh and blood. His Black Iron Sword weighed several hundred jin; if it collided head-on with those fingers, there was no reason he would lose.
At the instant Nian Liandan changed moves, Song Qingshu's imposing aura suddenly vanished without a trace. He withdrew his fingers, then flicked one hand at the side of the Black Iron Sword while the other continued stabbing urgently toward Nian Liandan.
Caught within the exchange, Nian Liandan was terrified out of his wits. He had never imagined that Song Qingshu could casually withdraw and change moves under such oppressive momentum, causing the force behind his