"Seems like he's coming for ."
As the words fell, a voice ca from afar, like Thunder from the Ninth Heaven crashing into the mortal world:
"This poor Taoist, Wu Hui, has cultivated the Magic Sword for nearly a hundred years. Today I wish to use my 'Magic Sword' to ask guidance from Ning Sword Immortal's 'Martial Sword'!"
This voice resounded within a hundred-li radius; everyone who had rushed over to join the excitent and watch the battle could hear it clearly.
"Who is Wu Hui?"
"Ning Sword Immortal—could it be the Sword Immortal who ca together with the Lord?"
"Wu Hui is the Master of Yuhua Sect! A True Monarch of this era!"
"...."
In an instant, the surroundings of Yu Mountain were like a pot brought to boil.
No one had expected that before Li Fei and the Heavenly Tower Master even started, True Monarch Wu Hui would actually first face off against Ning Sword Immortal!
"Hahahaha, this trip was worth it!"
"So damn satisfying, so satisfying!"
"..."
Ning Qingman looked at Li Fei with a smile. "Looks like I'll have to make a move before you. Just think of it as helping you warm up the stage."
Li Fei smiled as well. "That works too."
He had once ranked the Peak Strong Persons of the world and established the Peak List.
Today, a rare occurrence: almost all the Peak Strong Persons on that list had gathered here. It did feel like a good chance to truly decide superiority and reshuffle the rankings.
But True Monarch Wu Hui wanting to cross swords with Ning Qingman was not for the Peak List ranking.
He simply did not care about that sort of thing.
The Taoist path also speaks of fortuitous encounters. Today, Peak Strong Persons were gathered, yet among them, only he and Ning Qingman wholeheartedly cultivated the Sword Dao.
He was the 'Magic Sword', Ning Qingman the 'Martial Sword'. A duel between Magic and Martial would certainly bring new insights to both sides.
Moreover, Li Fei and Lin Tianyi both cultivated Magic and Martial Unity; their duel might allow one to glimpse the opportunity to break through On the Summit.
Thus True Monarch Wu Hui had to cross swords with Ning Qingman first, before that.
He wanted to seize this rare chance, adjust his own state to its very best, and with that state, watch the strongest duel of a thousand years to co!
Ning Qingman took a step forward; her voice was like a clear bell, echoing in all directions:
"I could ask for nothing better. Please, True Monarch Wu Hui—draw your sword—"
At the instant her words fell, the crowds lining both sides of the official road finally realized sothing was wrong here.
Uproar erupted at once, and the crowd receded like tidewater.
They were all veterans of the World; who didn't know the might when experts clashed? Those who had suffered before had long since learned their lesson. In the blink of an eye, the great road was empty and still, with only the sound of the Wind remaining.
Just then, a streak of Sword Light tore open the Cloud Sea and descended from the Ninth Heaven!
It was clearly broad daylight, yet as this sword descended, the Sky Do suddenly sank into darkness like night. Everyone looked up and saw a lone Bright Moon hanging in the firmant, its cold radiance biting, its Sword Intent oppressive.
The next mont, that Bright Moon was actually drawn by the Sword Light and ca crashing down toward the human world!
The closer the sword, the larger the moon.
By the ti the Sword Light neared the ground, the bright moon had grown as vast as the vault of heaven; the originally towering Yu Mountain, under its illumination, seed thin as an iron rod.
The Bright Moon and Sword Light shrouded a thousand-li radius, like a Divine Immortal descending with punishnt, its montum overwhelming.
This sword of True Monarch Wu Hui's was as if a moon-dwelling Immortal, pointing from afar at the mortal realm, cast down the moon as a sword to sweep away all dust!
Almost everyone was cowed by the supre artistic conception of this sword; heads raised, eyes wide, spirits shaken and souls stirred.
Ning Qingman was also slightly moved.
But what astonished her was not the might of this sword, nor the grandeur of its montum, but that in her eyes—this sword actually had no flaws, perfect and without blemish!
She cultivated the Tao of "One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Techniques"; all things under heaven, all kinds of moves, in her eyes all held gaps that could be exploited.
Even if Lin Tianyi ca in person, she could still see the hair-fine flaws within his sword!
It was just that the other's strength crushed skill; even if she could see a thousand flaws, it was utterly useless.
But this sword of True Monarch Wu Hui's had no flaws!
Without the slightest hesitation, Ning Qingman joined two fingers into a sword and pointed into the air. A streak of azure Sword Light, like a wash of ink flung across the sky, sliced through the bright moon's disk like a stroke tearing silk, carving a single Ink Trace upon the Bright Moon!
As a Sword Immortal standing at the extremity of the Sword Dao, she firmly believed there was no such thing in this world as a truly perfect move.
What is called perfect is only relative.
The sa move, used by different people, at different tis, in different places, against different opponents, could have effects worlds apart.
Person, Ti, Place, Montum, Mind—all could affect the success or failure of a Sword Move.
Therefore, facing this flawless 'Outer Heaven Flying Immortal' of True Monarch Wu Hui, she resolutely drew her sword to et it—
Sword Qi intersected, Force collided, Sword Intent surged and ebbed, Sword Montum flowed and turned... this entire combination in the blink of an eye was called "Sword Movent."
In the space of a single blink, Ning Qingman had already completed thirty-seven thousand six hundred and twenty-one Sword Movents!
She had determined that the other side's perfection could only be maintained for a brief instant; in the endless changes that followed, this perfection would inevitably fail to hold and reveal a flaw.
And even if it were only for an instant, only a single wisp of a flaw, she could pierce into that gap and break it with her sword!
However—
Ning Qingman had miscalculated.
No matter how her Sword Intent transford, how her Sword Movent twisted and turned, True Monarch Wu Hui's Sword Moves remained as one, in Perfection, without a single gap to be exploited.
The other's sword was not perfect for a re instant; amidst endless changes—it was perfect from start to finish!
This was the Taoism True Monarch Wu Hui upheld—
[Sword Immortal].
Once my sword is drawn, all swords are Immortal!
Under this Taoism, True Monarch Wu Hui, at any ti, in any situation, facing any opponent, could mobilize the Myriad Phenona of heaven and earth, the flow of his heart's thoughts, the montum of self and enemy, and gather them all into a single sword, unleashing the currently most optimal, most perfect sword!
In other words, [Sword Immortal] could, in every instant, deduce all possibilities, then choose the extre and strike.
This Taoism allowed Wu Hui to always, at any mont, bring out one hundred percent, even two hundred percent of his Combat Power!
Just like Tai Yu's [Great Sun Soaring], this was a Taoism that grew stronger when facing the strong!
Even for Ning Qingman, at the absolute peak of the Sword Dao, at this mont she still could not find the slightest flaw in the other's sword.
If Wu Hui's Sword Dao was likened to a circle, then though this circle was not larger than Ning Qingman's Sword Dao, it was whole and unbroken, without a single crack.
Aside from using force to shatter skill, there seed to be no other way.
But Ning Qingman's Sword Dao had never been about using force to shatter skill.
Other than using force to shatter skill, when facing an opponent like Wu Hui, there seed to be no other thod.
Yet Ning Qingman's Sword Dao had never been one of using force to shatter skill.
[Sword Immortal] was to make one's Sword Moves forever the most perfect, without flaw.
[Sword Dissolving] was to make one's sword forever able to find the opponent's flaws and resolve them.
These were precisely two Taoisms clashing tip-to-tip like needle against awn!
No wonder Wu Hui had co to Ning Qingman to ask the sword.
One Magic Sword, one Martial Sword.
One [Sword Immortal], one [Sword Dissolving].
Such a duel likewise had not appeared in a thousand years!
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[Sword Immortal] was to make one's Sword Moves forever the most perfect, without flaw.
[Sword Dissolving] was to make one's sword forever able to find the opponent's flaws and resolve them.
These were precisely two Taoisms clashing tip-to-tip like needle against awn!
No wonder Wu Hui had co to Ning Qingman to ask the sword.
One Magic Sword, one Martial Sword.
One [Sword Immortal], one [Sword Dissolving].
Such a duel likewise had not appeared in a thousand years! [Sword Immortal] was to make one's Sword Moves forever the most perfect, without flaw.
[Sword Dissolving] was to make one's sword forever able to find the opponent's flaws and resolve them.
These were precisely two Taoisms clashing tip-to-tip like needle against awn!
No wonder Wu Hui had co to Ning Qingman to ask the sword.
One Magic Sword, one Martial Sword.
One [Sword Immortal], one [Sword Dissolving].
Such a duel likewise had not appeared in a thousand years!
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