An unimaginable, marvelous encounter of moves unfolded day by day, and the True Qi annihilated each other in an instant; the two longswords created the fiercest of piercing shrieks, Qu Zhu felt the abundant force from his sword being taken away for a moment, and the two swords were almost indistinguishable from each other.
Qu Zhu immediately performed a horizontal sword separation; this was truly "A longsword leaving its sheath like clouds parting from the moon". The sword light, which had been as bright as daylight, suddenly turned vast and ethereal, its coldness manifesting in a moist glint of pine light amidst the mist—a chilling harbinger of death.
Anyone would be astounded by the breathtaking change in moves, where amidst the blazing swordplay of two sun-like strong swords, a cool and desolate [Pine in the Mist] suddenly came into being.
