With a bang, the two streams of sword qi struck the Rusty Lion Sword, making its blade quiver and ring.
Xu Taiping froze for a moment before realization dawned on his face.
"Right, I know how to use a sword too."
He immediately used his divine soul to control the sword, driving Rusty Lion to slash at those streams of sword qi.
Just as before, although the sword qi was cleaved apart, it immediately split in two and attacked Xu Taiping again.
Perhaps it was because Rusty Lion had suddenly appeared.
The years Xu Taiping had spent using sword flight to carve characters suddenly surfaced in his mind, and he instinctively imagined the streams of sword qi before him as the strokes of written characters.
In an instant, a bold idea suddenly came to Xu Taiping.
Then, using Rusty Lion as his "brush" and the sword qi flying down from the mountain as his "ink," he began guiding his sword to write in midair, following the descending momentum of each stream of sword qi.
To Xu Taiping's delighted surprise, the sword qi really did come under his control, forming two archaic characters that floated in the air.
One character was "left," and the other was "right."
This also matched the courses those two streams of sword qi had just taken.
One had attacked Xu Taiping from the left, the other from the right.
Inside the White Steed Inn.
"How did he do that?"
Seeing Xu Taiping seal the sword qi with written characters, Huang Que looked incredulous as he turned to Prefect Liu Chuxuan opposite him in astonishment.
"This is an extremely sophisticated form of swordsmanship."
Liu Chuxuan frowned, tracing the two characters shown in the bronze mirror with his finger as he said with furrowed brows,
"The essence