This singular clash between them kicked up a lot of dust. The storm of swords kicked up dust when it shredded everything it encountered, and the enemy also kicked up dust when they smashed into the ground.
The dust that the enemy kicked up was mostly green, as that was the color of the soil, while the dust that the sword storm kicked up was made of many colors because the storm had cut up too many different kinds of things and blown them away.
These two dust clouds stood between the two parties, but couldn't obscure their vision of each other. The two of them gazed at each other with scrutiny and curiosity.
The sword cultivator was a man. He had a body carved out of a silvery metal, and his skin shone with a smooth sheen. His hair was a mess of small swords. The swords were as small as knives and were silver in color, similar to the skin of the swordsman.
