How could Xiao Hua's attack possibly end there?
The instant the Son of Heaven Sword appeared, the fire arm, as though possessed by demons, plunged into it. Two-colored flames burned the space around the Son of Heaven Sword into wild distortions.
The Son of Heaven Sword could no longer float peacefully where it was. Its entire blade trembled, then lightly slashed upward. A gray trace several dozen zhang long flashed through midair. The sword light swept across the end of that gray trace and instantly stabbed toward the fire arm!
"Boom..." As soon as the Son of Heaven Sword moved, the pillar of light suppressing the transformed sword collapsed with a crash. The phantom of the Son of Heaven Sword above the transformed sword swayed slightly, already showing signs of scattering.
At the sight, wild joy appeared on Xin Xin's face. Without hesitation, she waved the golden hairpin in her hand, and a river of stars in golden and emerald hues rushed from it, plunging straight toward the phantom of the Son of Heaven Sword.
"Clang, clang, clang..." The sounds of Golden Spears and Iron Horses arose from within the phantom and the river of stars, as though countless troops were battling within. In no more than the time it took a white horse to flash past a crack in the wall, the stubbornly resisting phantom of the Son of Heaven Sword flickered several times before dimming away. "Buzz..." The golden sword that had long been suppressed suddenly gave a long cry. Its sword light lengthened, yet after extending barely more than a zhang, it immediately dimmed and rapidly withdrew. The old man's image, which had previously been faintly visible upon the giant sword, flickered a few times before slowly vanishing. Beneath the golden and emerald radiance of the hairpin,