Sword Qi separated the two, leaving them powerless to fight back in an instant.
The male cultivator turned his right arm, his sword tracing a streak of silver through the air to guard their heads.
Never in his dreams had he imagined that such a formidable Sword Formation existed.
Sword Qi rained down thickly, enveloping them both and forcing them to draw back their swords and retreat.
They might not have understood the intricacies of formations, but they could distinctly feel the killing intent permeating the void.
It was like a mountain pressing against their chests, a weight they could not bear.
The male cultivator turned and smiled at his female companion, then swept his sword between them.
White sword light surged, and a powerful aura radiated from his flying sword.
He clearly intended to trade his own life for his companion's.
"Go!!!"
"Go, my ass!"
The female cultivator did not choose to flee alone, but cursed him without hesitation.
She shattered what had been a tender atmosphere of lovers parting in life and death.
The sword in her hand traced an arc through the air.
Without many lingering words, the two stood back-to-back once again in tacit understanding.
Gazing into the air, they could not help smiling.
They knew full well that the next time the Sword Formation unleashed its power...
Would be the day they went together to the Yellow Springs.
The male cultivator hesitated, wanting to say something.
But from the time they had gotten together until now, he had never spoken those blush-inducing words of love.
He remembered the day they had left Heartless Valley.
When they had decided to sever their hands and leave.
Faced with the demand that he cripple one of his own arms, he had wavered.
Instead, it was the woman, ordinarily