National Master Mansion.
In front of the bamboo house.
Jiang Ning held a long sword, the blade in his hand trembling slightly.
He could feel the sword in his hand seemed alive.
"Su Qingying's Life Sword!" he murmured to himself.
In the next moment, he gripped the hilt, raised his arm, and the sword light suddenly cascaded like moonlight.
A seemingly ordinary "thrust" was made forward.
Yet where the sword edge passed, the air didn't stir but the light suddenly flickered.
Within a yard of him, it suddenly felt like falling into a cold night, while at three inches from the sword tip, a point of intense white light burst forth, like sudden sunlight.
Light and darkness alternated, silent and soundless, not even the slightest sound of wind breaking at the sword tip.
This sword seemed to have achieved an extreme balance of speed and force, traces of Yin and Yang Qi faintly visible on the sword edge.
Su Qingying watched this scene, her eyes slightly brightened.
