"What a swift sword."
Sword Elder reached up to cover his throat, his eyes filled with confusion, his figure staggering.
"It's you..."
After taking the sword, he finally understood what kind of sword it was.
And who this opponent was.
Integrating with the Clear Wind, without shadow or form...
However, the opponent was no longer the same as when they first met, desperately using the Swift Sword, stabbing dozens of times in an instant, hiding the sword body.
It was a speed of a different level now, clearly visible yet unavoidable.
Disrupting space, distance; reversing consciousness and position.
A sword that deceived his own eyes, his own heart.
Facing this true sword skill, his Lifeless Sword Intent was evidently overshadowed.
He was half a beat too slow.
In expert duels, being slow by even a fraction means being slow for a lifetime.
Sword Elder's eyes widened in disbelief, uttered two words, and fell backward.
