With dual swords in hand, Gao Xuan was in his strongest state.
The Godslaying Sword shimmered with blood light, as fast as electricity, as bright as light, unpredictable and extremely swift.
The Hongyi Sword was as long and resilient as rivers and seas, yet ethereal and profound like the endless sky.
The Godslaying Sword was fast, the Hongyi Sword was steady.
In the flowing aqua-colored sword light, the blood light occasionally rippled, standing in counterbalance with the starlight.
The starlight flowed like electricity among the dual swords, and each time its claws precisely struck the sword blades.
He had suffered a setback from the Hongyi Sword once and dared not engage it in a direct clash again. Relying on near-perfect skill and control, he always managed to avoid the sharp and unmatched blade of the Hongyi Sword, striking instead upon its spine.
