The peerlessly domineering Overlord Saber, the Swift Saber fleeting as a white colt through a crack, and the unpredictable Mysterious Saber.
These saber techniques were displayed one after another as the two fought in a blaze of saber light and sword shadows, from one end of the plains to the other.
"You... are very good," Xie Changliu said, speaking first.
Xu Zimo smiled. A powerful might erupted from his saber as he brought it down heavily.
This pure contest of saber and sword should have come to an end.
His gaze swept sideways; wherever his eyes reached, the saber edge followed.
As that powerful might erupted, Xie Changliu's figure retreated continuously.
He plunged his longsword into the ground and retreated more than ten meters, carving a deep sword scar across the earth.
Only then did he slowly come to a stop.
He rose to his feet, his proud backbone ramrod straight, his gaze level before him. He flicked the longsword in his hand into a sword flourish.
"Let the Wind Sing, Uncaring of the Years," he murmured.
His body fell backward as the sword in his hand spun in a great circle above his head, erupting with heaven-shaking sword intent.
He lifted one foot and stepped down again. In an instant, sword qi stretching ten thousand zhang tore sharply through the sky as his longsword charged toward Xu Zimo.
"Kill!"
Xu Zimo did not dodge either. He raised Overlord Shadow in his hand, heaven-shaking saber intent erupting as their figures crossed once more.
"Sorrowful Song of the Sword."
"Questioning Way Style: Reverse Samsara."
Their furious shouts rang out at the same time.
The sword in Xie Changliu's hand seemed to have gained emotions, releasing wave after wave of sorrowful song, as though it were weeping.
The sword wind merged with