Untold

But the young woman surnamed Li was staring intently at the distant river and did not notice the young man surnamed Wu looking at her.

Daoist Dafang heard this, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes. He nodded with a smile.

While the two talked aboard the boat, the fight continued.

The crimson flying sword shot down like lightning. Just as it was about to pierce the river, the water below rumbled, and a thick column of water surged skyward. It was just as fast as the sword, and the two collided head-on.

With a hiss, the water column was split in two, but the crimson flying sword was also knocked back.

The purple-robed Daoist's expression darkened. His sword attack had been repelled by a mere column of water, costing him face. He extended two fingers and pointed at the Meteor Sword from afar.

The Meteor Sword began spinning like a wheel. Its red glow flared brilliantly, then immediately contracted.

As the sword light contracted and swelled, countless fine red threads suddenly shot out, covering an area dozens of yards across beneath it. They let out a piercing shriek, their force astonishing.

The person in the river below refused to back down. Blue light flashed across the surface, followed by a barrage of whistling sounds. Countless blue threads of light shot from the water—water needles packed so densely there was no telling how many—and collided with the crimson sword threads raining from the sky.

Flashes of light, large and small, burst across the air as the two sides locked in a stalemate.

"That's the Thousand Rain Needle Technique! But how is it so powerful? It can actually withstand Fellow Daoist Wu's Myriad Silk Sword Art!" Daoist Dafang looked astonished aboard the boat.

The young man surnamed Wu no longer