On a mountain to the north, a spring flowed forth.
Like a white snake, it wound among the flowering trees.
Now, a huge fissure stretched from the summit to the foot of the mountain, and spring water flowed out through it.
Li Ping'an cleaved through the dense canopy of sky with one stroke.
The rainbow radiance of Sword Qi trailed like a comet and spilled across the ground.
Like an azure flower falling into a secluded pool.
In an instant, the Sword Qi became a curtain that blotted out the sky and sun, shrouding everything around them.
Zhao Ling'er's body shuddered slightly.
A hazy white aura wreathed her entire body.
At the same time, she unleashed a sword strike, but it was as though it had struck an immensely thick iron wall.
The impact set her heart pounding in alarm, and her offensive faltered.
Within the lake of her heart, books of sages turned their pages, one after another.
As though gathering strength anew.
Her sword swept horizontally.
The sword traced two circles, one lithe and soaring, the other heavy and sluggish.
The slightest movement produced strange ripples, as though the sword were one with the space around it.
When the sword moved, space moved with it, and it moved rhythmically.
Swaying back and forth.
Like ocean waves, or a rhythmic beat.
"Humm-!!"
Li Ping'an was filled with reflections and mixed feelings.
Zhao Ling'er had never changed.
She had been like this back in the Anbei Four Garrisons.
Steady in temperament and somewhat introverted.
Yet she had been the most independently minded and distinctive among them.
Once she set her mind on something, she would act without looking back.
Li Ping'an reached out and gripped the Fusang Saber.
A faint light flickered in his gray eyes.
After three sword