Though Yan Chihuo knew this man's swordsmanship must possess some unique secret, he had not expected it to reach such a level. He brought forth the Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword, transforming it into boundless sword light as he met the attack head-on.
His Sword Light Differentiation had originally been founded upon the Ten Thousand Sword Intent; it could be called invincible among those of the same rank. Even if his opponent was at the middle stage of Unity, he had not feared in the slightest. Yet his opponent had merged himself with this stretch of heaven and earth—his attacks were invincible, his defense impregnable—and Yan Chihuo's Sword Light Differentiation was thus put at a disadvantage.
This was the first time Yan Chihuo had been suppressed in swordsmanship by another since comprehending the Ancient Sword Canon. As their sword lights collided, his body retreated again and again. For a time, he could not think of any way to break the technique.
Tong Hai's eyes lit up, and he praised him repeatedly. "Fine swordsmanship, fine swordsmanship—truly remarkable." He meant it sincerely, but it did not sound that way to Yan Chihuo.
Suddenly, Yan Chihuo's swordsmanship changed. His sword light transformed into exceedingly fine Flying Needles, which whistled through the air and immediately broke apart the other man's Sword Light Differentiation.
Though Feng Yi did not understand swordsmanship, upon seeing this strike, he muttered to himself, "It seems to bear a trace of Refining Sword into Silk, yet it is not quite that."
It truly was not Refining Sword into Silk, but merely a variation of Sword Light Differentiation. Even so, it was exceedingly rare for a sword cultivator. The path of sword cultivators was one of utmost hardness and ferocity, and techniques of such utmost yin and softness were seldom seen.