Ling Chuxi watched the two swords clashing tyrannically before her. Every small move and each light flick of the sword tip through the air appeared to be so simple and plain but was heaven defying. Seeing their sword poses, Ling Chuxi felt as though she was reliving the battles that occurred on this continent thousands of years ago.
Ling Chuxi had long since been unable to differentiate between who was who, and could only feel an endless murderous intent and vast waves of great qi permeating through the sky chaotically, at times offsetting each other, at times clashing violently.
