True Martial Heaven.
Before the Pure Yang Sword Sect's Mountain Gate,
"Is our Pure Yang Sword Sect truly going to be destroyed here today?"
Xiao Ye, a disciple of the Pure Yang Sword Sect's Sect Master, gazed at the two evil ghosts in the sky above, driving Sect Master Xiao Ming and Ancestor Nangong Xuan into a corner with one sword strike after another. Desolation filled his heart.
Both evil ghosts looked like skeletons dressed in the Pure Yang Sword Sect's Dharma Robes. The only difference was that one skeleton had only one arm, while the other had only one leg.
Before the two skeletons, two rust-mottled Flying Swords stood side by side, locked in a standoff with Sect Master Xiao Ming's and Ancestor Nangong Xuan's Flying Swords.
Crack, crack, crack...
Just then, amid a series of cracking sounds, fissures began appearing in both Xiao Ming's and Nangong Xuan's Life-Bound Flying Swords.
They looked ready to shatter in the standoff at any moment.
By contrast, the two evil ghosts' Rusty Swords remained completely intact.
Clang...!!
Just then, as a sword cry rang out, the sword intent before the two skeletons abruptly surged.
Crack, crack, crack...
In an instant, the crisp cracking sounds grew more rapid.
At the same time, with a boom, the arm on which Sect Master Xiao Ming held his Sword Finger raised suddenly erupted into a cloud of blood mist.
Clearly, at this moment, not only was Sect Master Xiao Ming's Flying Sword on the verge of collapse, but his body was also at the breaking point.
Seeing this, Xiao Ye struggled up from the ground and summoned his Flying Sword, its tip broken off, before him with a clang.
Urk...
Yet merely guiding his sword before him was almost more than Xiao Ye's divine soul could