Chapitre 654: Journeying Back and Forth Across Ten Thousand Li Requires Only a Breath

The sword rose, the sword fell, snow and wind exploded.

Han Qing's sword was like the snowy plains immersed in winter, intruding into the starlight with an incredibly harsh chill.

In a symphony of shattering, the innumerable stars were cut through and then cut to pieces.

Those stars were not real, only the condensation of starlight. Although cut apart by the snowstorm of Han Qing's sword, they did not truly crumble and fall, but became countless shards reflecting the starlight.

In the night sky in front of the Divine Path, countless trails of shooting stars appeared. At the very front of every one of those trails was an extremely tiny shard of starlight.

The canals on the stone plain were also filled with innumerable tails of starlight, making them seem very beautiful.

Those numerous and close shooting stars passed through the fierce blizzard and fell on Han Qing's body.