At that thought, an unyielding resolve filled Xiao Hua's heart. That toughness which would rather break than bend was likewise transmitted into his sword essence!
Clang! Clang!! Two tremendous sword cries rang out from Dream Slayer and Mountain Splitting. The two flying swords trembled violently, their azure and crimson sword lights exceptionally dazzling. Even the sword essence within and around his body boiled fiercely...
Xiao Hua froze for a moment, then suddenly threw back his head and laughed!
"Hahaha~ Hahaha~" His laughter was incomparably joyous and unrestrained. "The ancients spoke well: hear the Way in the morning, die in the evening, and this life is enough! Who would have thought that in this desperate situation, this young master would comprehend sword intent! Sword intent, sword intent—it is originally the intent of the flying sword! What is a flying sword? Sword! Sword!! Sword!!!"
"A sword is a flying sword!! Only the sword itself is true sword intent!!"
"Among sword cultivators, there are countless sword intents—some are lofty mountains, some flowing water, some drifting flowers, some shattered snow, even Giant Wolves and soaring phoenixes. All use the myriad things of the world to measure the essence of the flying sword, all use myriad phenomena to explain its true meaning! Is that not straying from the path? Is that not abandoning the root to chase the branches? They have truly forgotten that only a sword... a sword that would rather break than bend, that stands between Heaven and Earth with benevolence, heart, truth, and feeling, unafraid of wickedness, unafraid of evil, unafraid of wind, unafraid of rain... is true sword intent!"
As Xiao Hua sighed, even Ghost Cultivator Huang Yi's tens of thousands of years of sorrowful insights fused into this realization. Dream Slayer and Mountain Splitting gradually stopped with Xiao Hua's enlightenment.