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"Hū————!"
The howling wind surged. That was something that happened in an instant, one that even consciousness couldn't fully grasp.
As if no more words were needed, two figures simultaneously unleashed their maximum speed in a brief split second, transforming into bullets racing towards each other.
"Zheng…"
Pure white light flowed along the body of the pure white lightsaber.
"Pā tà…"
An ancient sword appeared as if out of thin air, landing in the palm of a petite hand. Fang Li and Fan Xinglou thus sliced through the air at the mountaintop above the clouds.
One had Mystic Eyes glittering.
The other wore a joyful expression.
Then, as if a polar aurora, a strike was simultaneously unleashed from both of their hands.
"Chī————!"
It was like a bullet piercing through the air.
That was the sound created by the tips of their swords passing through space.
Whether it was the pure white lightsaber or the ancient sword, both transformed into a sword shadow in an instant, piercing toward each other at an astonishing speed.
"Ding————!"
With a crisp sound of collision, the tips of the swords collided in an incredible manner, igniting dazzling sparks.
Such precision and harmony in their thrusts made this possible.
However, this occurrence between the master and disciple was not so unbelievable.
At least, compared to what happened afterward, this was merely a greeting.
"Chī Chī Chī Chī————!"
Accompanied by the sharp sound of breaking space, both sides seemed to have reached a complete consensus, madly unleashing flash-like thrusts at a speed that even afterimages couldn't keep up with.
"Dīng Dīng Dīng Ding————!"
The crisp sound of collision continued to ring out, proving that the tips of their swords were colliding furiously, playing a symphony amidst the exploding sparks and vanishing afterimages, composing a beautiful melody.
Unfortunately, hidden within this beautiful melody was a killing intent strong enough to freeze hearts.
"Chī Chī Chī Chī————!"
In the sound of breaking space, both sides in combat continued to unleash high-speed thrusts, turning the tips of their swords into a torrential downpour, mercilessly enveloping each other.
Each strike was enough to be fatal.
————『Throat』.
————『Heart』.
————『Chest』.
————『Abdomen』.
————『Forehead』.
It was as if they were trying to put each other to death, with the torrential downpour of high-speed thrusts consistently targeting these vital points of the human body, each strike aimed to kill.
Thus, these were direct hits that could drag a person into hell.
However, such attacks surprisingly led the battle into an incredible situation.
That was only natural, right?
Since the targeted positions were the same, as long as these fatal thrusts were precise without a hint of deviation and raced through the air at the same speed, the result would naturally be mutual collisions in mid-air.
However, even so, it was still extremely unbelievable.
Because, even if the attack targets were the same and the attack speeds were identical, if every strike collided with each other, it was still hard to believe.
Humans are inherently fragile.
If one were to carefully list the vital points of the body, it would probably take more than a pair of hands to count them all.
In such a situation, targeting vital points for attacks would certainly provide plenty of options.
Yet, both sides in the fierce battle continued to let their attacks collide with each other, mutually resisting. If it weren't for reading each other's thoughts and attack trajectories in an instant, it would have been impossible to achieve.
Therefore, this was a fierce battle that both insiders and outsiders could understand the danger of.
"Dīng Dīng Dīng Ding————!"
The crisp sound of collision that reached the ears grew increasingly intense.
The tips of their swords, thrusting at each other, continued amidst the exploding sparks and blade lights, with the rhythm noticeably accelerating.
Thus, the torrential downpour turned into a heavy rain, and the heavy rain turned into a storm, causing the thrusting sword tips to race forward, leaving faint traces in space.
"Hahaha!"
In such an intense battle, Fan Xinglou was still laughing joyfully, her laughter ringing like silver bells, echoing throughout the mountaintop.
"Happy! I am truly happy!"
It was as if her long-suppressed nature had been released, and Fan Xinglou laughed without restraint.
"I didn't expect to be at a disadvantage in close combat; is this what it means for the student to surpass the master?"
If there were outsiders present, hearing these words would surely astonish them.
In the recent battle, no matter who saw it, they would think it was evenly matched, not that Fan Xinglou was at a disadvantage.
But upon closer inspection, Fan Xinglou's sword-holding hand was slightly numb, trembling slightly.
Moreover, the talismans that had somehow adhered to the body of the Ancient Sword were also burning, turning to ash.
"If it weren't for these Kongou talismans, my sword would have been cut down long ago, right?"
Fan Xinglou laughed joyfully.
"After all, in front of your eyes, a mere Immortal Tool is nothing to speak of."
Under Fang Li's Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, even the most solid objects could be killed in an instant, even an Immortal Tool forged by Fan Xinglou.
In the recent clash, Fang Li had aimed at the Death Line on that Ancient Sword and cut it countless times, yet he had not managed to kill it.
The reason was those talismans.
Fan Xinglou had affixed the talismans known as Kongou to her Immortal Tool. Those were talismans that could enhance defensive power. However, in this situation, Fan Xinglou used these talismans solely to protect her Immortal Tool.
By placing the talismans on the sword body, even if Fang Li aimed at the Death Line, he would only be able to cut the Death Line of the talismans, not the Death Line of the Immortal Tool.
The Death Line of the Immortal Tool itself was covered by countless talismans' Death Lines, so even if Fang Li aimed at those Death Lines, he would cut the talismans' Death Line first, resulting in the talismans being killed instead of the Immortal Tool.
Of course, this was merely a slight resistance.
Now, with Fang Li's mastery of Mystic Eyes of Death Perception and his superb skills, such little tricks would be impossible to keep working.
"I originally thought such small tricks could hold out for a while, but now it seems I underestimated you a bit."
In Fan Xinglou's joyful voice, the Ancient Sword in her hand suddenly shattered.
(End Of This Chapter)