He swept through thirty feet of Profound Qi in an instant. This sword strike was swift as lightning; in the next moment, the man's head seemed about to leave his shoulders.
But with thirty feet of warning, he had managed to react after all.
Dense, solid True Profound gathered beside his neck. Pei Ye's blade abruptly stopped, as though it had sunk into mud.
He truly had exhausted every ounce of strength. He had never reached this level before; forcing his blade against this Body Recasting expert's neck on the strength of a pair of wings was already a miracle.
Pei Ye's strength was spent, but he did not move a muscle. There was only taut concentration on his face, for at the same time, the faint image of a taiji diagram had appeared beneath his feet.
Even if ten thousand people here could not see through that immortal sword with its drifting jade feathers, there was at least one person in whose eyes it had never been bewildering.
Before Pei Ye emerged from the wind, [Wuji Self and Other] had already been waiting beneath his feet.
In an instant, yin and yang reversed, self and other exchanged places, and the miracle of a moment before descended here again-the sword pressed against Qiu Tianyu's neck became Yan Feiqing's in the blink of an eye.
A slender, clean, pale hand. Cool, dispassionate eyes. And blazing pupils.
"Heaven and earth, light and darkness, guided by the sword"-this was precisely "Creation Body · Sword Chapter." It had never been a defense of darkness. From the beginning, what he had prepared was an attack of light.
Yan Feiqing had always been the principal attacker in this throat-cutting strike.
Pei Ye understood his intent, and had helped him reach that position.
Only half a foot