The War Begins, It Is the Decisive Battle

Clang!

Within the Endless Battlefield, the battle continued.

With a sweeping slash, Li Su once again cleaved apart the Golden Cicada's streak of light.

His brow furrowed slightly. This was rather troublesome.

It was not that the opponent was so powerful that he struggled to cope, but that speed was a real nuisance.

Of all martial arts under heaven, nothing could break what was truly solid; only speed was unbreakable.

And on this Golden Cicada, that principle had been brought into full play.

Its speed was deeply unnatural, touching upon the domain of time. Even though Li Su's swordsmanship had long since become divine and his Sword Dao stood like a mountain, coupled with the Immortal-Trapping Sword Intent among the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords, he could at most block the opponent's attacks. He could not seize hold of its true body.

Drawing a breath, a thought stirred in his mind, and his sword momentum abruptly transformed.

Immortal-Ending Sword Intent.

The longsword rose across the sky, and the void shifted in countless ways. Sword intent bloomed like flowers, flowed like water, burned like fire, and swept like wind.

The instant the sword rose, its transformations became endless, gathering all things between heaven and earth within.

One sword, then another, then yet another.

Sword after sword flowed without end, tides surging from the sea. Since the opponent was fast, he would use sword intent to stall the void, filling this space in every direction and turning it into a prison of sword webs.

The Six-Winged Golden Cicada reacted with astonishing speed. The instant Li Su's sword intent changed, it sensed it. Its offensive abruptly slowed, its body flickering uncertainly through the void, as though it was everywhere and yet nowhere at all.

This was not the hazy illusion of flowers seen through mist,