"Rumble..."
Holding a Wooden Sword, Qing Xuan traced a semicircle and struck straight at the Demon Ancestor.
Dozens of purple lightning bolts appeared above the wilderness under the impact of their battle.
Fierce winds rose on all sides, and the vegetation swayed with a rustling sound.
Amid the elemental turbulence in space, the Spirit Qi within a thousand miles was sucked dry.
Wave after wave of shock waves shot up into the sky or blasted out in every direction.
Stones from beyond the heavens were drawn in, hurtling down.
The scene gave the impression that the world was being overturned.
Layer after layer of earth had long since been stripped away.
An aura as vast as the sea surged forth, making one feel insignificant.
Patches of space were destroyed in an instant, and the dazzling light and violent energy fluctuations had already exceeded the limit...
This wilderness clearly could not accommodate any further fighting between them.
Qing Xuan discarded the Wooden Sword, reached into the air, and gently closed his hand.
"Humm-!!"
A long, unfading sword cry rang out.
The Demon Ancestor said calmly, "They all say you have three swords, Qing Xuan. A Wooden Sword, brimming with sharpness.
"An Iron Sword, questioning the Dao heart.
"A Jade Sword, possessing both form and soul."
At this realm, the way of the sword returned to its original simplicity.
Using divine weapons and keen blades would instead impair one's swordsmanship.
As the saying went, having no sword surpassed having a sword.
Qing Xuan smiled faintly, his sword's cry as melodious as a phoenix's call.
Sword Qi instantly transformed into a hazy cloud of light.
"I hope you will offer me your guidance, senior."
His words were courteous, but his attacks were anything but.
With a sword in hand, he formed a Sword