Beneath the setting sun, sword light flew in every direction. Dragon roars, tiger howls, and crane cries echoed across the boundless rolling sands, while figures rose like startled wild geese into the sky.
The martial world was full of storms, its grudges, love, and hatred tangled together. Only amid the crossing flashes of blades and swords could one briefly forget those troubles and focus on the space between dawn and death.
The Dragon Soul Saber and the Phoenix Blood Sword struck with blinding speed.
The Dragon Slayer Saber and the Heaven Reliant Sword cut through anything.
A martial artist wielded a demonic sword, merging sword and heart into one to form the Frost Sword and charge straight in. But Zhang Sanfeng shifted him skyward with Taiji True Qi gathered in his hand, using the yin and yang forces within several miles to recreate the sight of Chaos.
Qiankun clashed, mountains shook, and a Dawn Sword rose slowly from the east. It slashed across the sky and collided with the palm of a golden Buddha descending from beyond the western heavens.
"Auntie, why don't they go next door for the Immortal Path exchange?" Yang Guo and a group of sword- and axe-wielding heroes stood at the desert's edge, helplessness written across their faces.
The first time, they had been awestruck. The second, they had immersed themselves in it. The third, they had studied it closely. The fourth, they had stepped up to challenge it. By the fifteenth, they had placed their bets; by the twenty-second, they were watching from the sidelines.
"Guo'er, they really are members of the martial world." Little Dragon Girl leaned against Yang Guo's left shoulder. "One day, you'll be able to do it too."
Guo Xiang nodded beside them. "They're all using True Qi and inner power,