Seeing Peacock's flexible sword about to be blocked by Liang Cangxu's steel saber, yet at the instant blade met sword, the upper half of the flexible sword softly lifted upward, slipping past the steel saber like a spirit snake and still stabbing diagonally at Liang Cangxu's face. This move actually bore the same marvelous resemblance to Zhang Xiaohua's Dream Chasing Sword.
Liang Cangxu did not dare be careless. He hurriedly sidestepped, his body floating into midair, his toes landing atop the iron chain of the suspension bridge. The steel saber in his left hand still swept upward, seeking to knock the flexible sword away, while the saber in his right hand had missed. Before the move could grow old, he drew it back, tightened his wrist, and thrust forward. It was unexpectedly a long sword move.
Peacock was likewise in midair. Seeing her flexible sword blocked and the other steel saber thrusting toward her abdomen, she took a deep breath. The flexible sword bent slightly like an arm, and with a crisp "ding," struck precisely against the steel saber. Borrowing the force, her body flipped upward as well, and like Liang Cangxu, she stood straight atop the other iron chain of the suspension bridge.
Their exchange of moves had lasted no more than a flash of lightning and a spark from flint, and neither had gained the upper hand. Yet each had gained a rough understanding of the other. They held their breath, secretly adjusted their inner energy, and watched each other warily.
Zhang Xiaohua watched the battle from afar with his divine sense. He saw a suspension bridge hanging high in the air, the two of them standing with both feet on iron chains trembling faintly in the mountain wind. Their bodies hung over empty space, their robes fluttered,