Jiang Wang moved like thunder, his longsword flying, while Jiang Yan, taking the form of the Dark Candle with smoke gathering in his hands, also danced forward with his sword.
One sword like frost and snow, the other like a yellow candle.
One sword manifested the Sword Spirit, the other was assembled from treasured light.
One sword represented the downfall of a nobleman, the other sword similarly signified the decline of a distinguished person.
The same human sword techniques collided.
The two swords crossed paths.
Sword edge against sword edge, sword flat against sword flat in a cutting motion.
The longsword turned, embodying the sword of Involuntary.
The momentum of the blade turned again, now like the early rise of the morning sun, two intense sword lights clashing, both unleashing the sword of youthful arrogance.
That sword passed by; Jiang Wang turned around, the Dark Candle reversed.
And so the morning sun rose, and the evening sun set.