The first to charge into the melee was naturally Zhan Xin. As the valley lord of Jiming Mountain, he too wielded a flying sword. It was over a foot long and held in his hand. Seeing a swordsman of about the Third Grade Bright Sword on the other side send a flying sword at him, he waved his hand, and a sword shadow roared out from his flying sword, cleaving straight at the man!
"Ha ha! Comparing flying swords before me, a sword cultivator? Have you gone stupid?" The sword cultivator laughed. His flying sword was like frost as it sealed the sword shadow within it. The sword shadow froze solid in midair as though caught in flying snow. With a clang, the sword cultivator's flying sword spun sharply, shattering the sword shadow into fragments that scattered from the sky!
At the same time, the sword cultivator's flying sword did not pause. With a smooth, flowing leap, it skimmed through the air like a nimble swallow and pierced toward Zhan Xin in the blink of an eye.
"Hiss!" Zhan Xin drew in a slight breath. He was also skilled at using flying swords, but he knew full well that he could not drive one so swiftly. This was not a matter of strength, but of the fundamentally different ways in which they cultivated flying swords.
However, Zhan Xin was not the least bit nervous. Once the sword cultivator's flying sword drew near, he waved his hand. That unremarkable flying sword traced an exquisitely beautiful arc through the air and struck directly against the sword cultivator's flying sword!
With a crisp crack, the sword cultivator's flying sword was like a venomous snake struck on the head, instantly freezing in midair! Yet that was not all. Zhan Xin's sword paused only slightly