Bab 30: Best in the World, the Formless Sword Arts!

The two streams of sword light formed a stunningly beautiful Sword River.

One of the lights was majestic. The other was cold and dazzling, as well as fleeting.

Both sword lights were frighteningly powerful but very different.

If one would describe Jian Meng'er's Sword River as a colossal giant, capable of overpowering anything in the world, then Jian Wushuang's sword light was akin to an omnipresent assassin, lurking in the void like a King of Assassination.

A colossal giant had the ability to overpower the world. As an assassin and the King of Assassination, was there any need for him to compete with her? It was naturally hopeless.

Swish!

The fleeting sword light resurfaced once again, bypassing the long and splendid stream of Jian Meng'er's Sword River and appearing in front of her. Before she could even react, the sword light swept over her wrist.

Blood splattered and the Triple-kill Sword fell on the ground.