Within the solitary peak, the earth fire nurtures warmth, unafraid of frost!
The spreading frost hasn't dissipated, yet Lin Tianyi's figure has already appeared on Ning Qingman's left side, the longsword in his hand swiftly tapping, sword qi transforming again.
No longer dots or surfaces, but countless strands of silver sword qi, fine as a hair, launching with unfathomable trajectories. Each sword qi resembles a miniature star, carrying a chilling, annihilating cosmic aura, leaving cot-like trails, surging from every direction, like a rushing star river, crashing fiercely into the weak points of the 'solitary peak'!
Its montum continuous and unending, its transformations limitless.
Creation Sword Form — [Star River Reversal]!
Facing this inescapable, infinitely changing star river circulation, rely resisting stubbornly already appears clumsy.
Ning Qingman's figure finally showed a clear movent, not dodging, but spinning in place with minimal amplitude and extraordinary frequency.
With her body's rotation, the previously unified 'mountain montum' suddenly disassembled and reorganized. Streams of solidified dark green sword qi rushed out like pine torrent gale winds from the many valleys between mountains, roaring to confront the rushing star river.
Compared to the roaring stars, this pine-torrent-like sword qi seed quite fragile.
Yet each dark green sword qi was thick and sturdy, carrying the sharpness of pine needles and the wildness of mountain winds, precisely intercepting, shredding, and dispersing each silver star sword qi!
The power of [Sword Dissolving] Taoism perated every wisp of the pine torrent!
The collision between pine torrent and star river exploded into dense, rain-like 'ding-dong' sounds between the two....
Their exchange of moves reached the pinnacle of speed!
Sword intent clashes with sword intent, sword qi crashes into sword qi, sword techniques crack each other.
Ning Qingman's sword resembles overlapping mountain peaks, embodying myriad phenona, yet seamless and eternal.
In the mountains, clouds may gather and scatter, birds may fly past, clear springs may flow... all are the natural flow of sword intent, containing vitality and rhythm.
The mountains stand still, while the water moves.
No matter how the storm changes, I stay unyielding, using stillness to counter motion, using clumsiness to fend off skill. With this profound mood of mountains and waters interdependent, embracing, dissolving, bearing all incoming sharpness.
This is the foundation of One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Techniques!
Appearing unpredictable, it is actually using unchangeability to tackle all changes.
anwhile, Lin Tianyi's sword, like his previous move against Li Fei, is a continuation — encompassing myriad phenona, the universe endless!
His sword montum sotis rises like the dawn sun, resplendent and fierce, illuminating the nine heavens, scorching the desolate!
In an instant, it turns into a lone hanging cold moon, its clear glow desolate, bitterly cold to the bone, freezing the void!
Suddenly transforming into the roaring great river, surging and roaring, unstoppable!
In a mont it changes into spring wind turning rain, nourishing silently, lingering tenderly, penetrating everywhere...
Known as the 'Gouchen Sword Master', Bai Chen, devoted his life to the sword, exhausting everything, mastering only five forms of Creation Sword Form.
While Lin Tianyi, with casual gestures, has consecutively unleashed over a dozen different Creation Sword Forms!
This World's Number One's sword moves lacked fixed shapes, no repeated trajectories.
All things, sun, moon, stars, four seasonal cycles, birth, aging, illness, death, even human emotions like joy, anger, sadness, and joy, the seven emotions and six desires.... it seems everything tangible and intangible, emotional and emotionless in heaven and earth can beco the source of his sword intent, can transform into a move in his swordsmanship!
Myriad phenona unfolds, encompassing everything, everlasting, infinite!
Li Fei in this duel, faintly grasps Lin Tianyi's Sword Dao —
This endless transformation contains unchangeable truth.
To the Great Dao, change never leaves its origin.
Ning Qingman's Sword Dao is One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Techniques, while Lin Tianyi's Sword Dao is all techniques returning to one sword!
"No, not returning to one sword, but returning to 'one', the 'one' that births all things."
"He grasped that 'one', hence he is the [Leader of the Great Dao]!"
Such enlightennt arose in Li Fei's heart.
Compared to the sword fighting thirty years ago, Ning Qingman indeed forced out Lin Tianyi's true strength this ti.
This Sword Immortal indeed has the qualification to challenge the World's Number One in Sword Dao!
The endless sword intent light becos drawn by invisible silk threads, weaving, entangling, clashing, and penetrating around the 'solitary peak' ford by sword intent.
Yet the 'solitary peak' remains unmoved, 'flowing water' incessantly flows —
Blazing sun? I stay cool in the mountain shadows, letting it illuminate the summit.
Cold moon frost? I stay warm within the mountain stones, waiting for the ice and snow to lt.
Rivers rushing? I guide the flow in deep valleys, turning its roar into gently murmuring streams.
Spring breeze and rain? I am rejoiced by the plants, absorbing its nourishnt, appearing even more verdant...
Ning Qingman wields her heavy sword, interpreting the supre sword principles of 'accommodating' and 'transforming'.
Sword montum resembles ink splashed landscapes, emphasizing aning over form, rhythm over skill. No matter the thousand changes, the myriad styles, I sketch the backbone of heaven and earth with one bold stroke, encompass all within the heart's ravines.
Li Fei's 'Divine Sword' enhances her strokes with spirit, engraving even deeper, allowing [Sword Dissolving] Taoism to be perfectly demonstrated!
"Is it... slightly ahead?"
Such thoughts flit through Li Fei's mind.
Before he could feel elation, Lin Tianyi's sword moves changed again —
The sword edge slid gently from top to bottom. No earth-shattering montum, just a sword qi river flowing silently and softly, carrying the essence of rciless ti.
Like the passing waters of ti!
This sword qi river disregarded the pine torrent gale surrounding Ning Qingman, seemingly acting directly on ti itself; Li Fei felt the surroundings suddenly becoming sluggish, as if trapped in invisible mire.
anwhile, the solitary peak and flowing water manifested by Ning Qingman's sword intent visibly showed signs of erosion and evaporation, as if being swiftly washed away by the river of ti, heading towards decay!
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