Under the combination of Quick and Slow True Intent and the lower-level first-class swordsmanship, even Shi Xiaole's spiritual power could not avoid being influenced. Of course, the effect was only transient.
The next moment, Shi Xiaole struck down from above like a clear sky and white clouds, bringing up a slanting Sword Qi, as cold as bone marrow, like the wrath of the God of Thunder.
This sword strike, like it came from beyond the heavens, mercilessly severed the Quick and Slow True Intent wherever it grazed.
The sword moves did not change, there weren't even any follow-up tactics, just because Shi Xiaole had poured his lifelong skill into this one sword. No changes, that was the best change.
No one could describe the splendor and radiance of this sword. How could you describe a sword that came from beyond the heavens?
One sword came from the west, the Outer Heaven Flying Immortal.
"Pfft!"
