Yun Qing.
Only this man was worthy of the longsword in his hands, a blade devoted to the pursuit of the ultimate Sword Dao.
Clang-!
A clear, lingering sword cry rang across the Martial Tournament Disc, like a dragon roaring through the nine heavens!
At last, Yun Baojian fully drew the sword he had cradled against his chest!
The blade resembled a pool of autumn water, bright and clear, reflecting the light of the chaotic heavens. The instant it left its sheath, a terrifying sword intent-pure, fierce, and supremely aloof-soared into the sky!
Even the chaotic currents around him were faintly forced back. An invisible, razor-sharp Sword Intent Domain took shape with him at its center!
His gaze grew utterly focused. Only his sword and the opponent before him remained in his eyes.
"Eldest brother," Yun Baojian said, his voice ringing like a sword, "please instruct me."
Yun Qing looked at him, and a trace of seriousness finally entered his eyes. Yun Baojian's sword embodied a Sword Dao of absolute purity. It could not be underestimated.
"Please." Yun Qing nodded.
The words fell, and his figure moved.
Man and sword became one, his body flashing like a startled swan!
A streak of azure Sword Aura, condensed and purified to the utmost, stabbed straight at Yun Qing!
This strike cast aside heaven and earth, forgot life and death, and distilled all his understanding of and devotion to the Sword Dao!
Its speed tore through sight, its power shook space, and its sword intent pointed straight at the origin!
Where the blade passed, an unmistakable spatial fissure spread behind it, giving off faint cracks that made the Divine Soul tremble!
This was the power of the pure "sword," the supreme realm countless sword cultivators dreamed of reaching.
Facing this pure sword strike,