What is he questioning the sword with?
Wu Buxu heard a swooshing, buzzing sound—that was the sound of a sword slicing through the air.
Chen Yi flickered in and out of sight for countless moments. Finally, the figure in dark robes vanished entirely, leaving only the sword edge behind. A vertical slash of a sword shadow descended suddenly, Wu Buxu halted abruptly, the glint of cold steel horizontal in his hand!
By now,
the two exchanged moves—just a single horizontal and vertical strike.
Ink shadows spread across the heavens and earth.
After the clash of blades, the old man saw the sword edge no more; suddenly, all was empty.
What is he questioning the sword with?
Faint traces of sword shadows still lingered, but Wu Buxu could no longer focus on discerning them. The sword momentum surged again. Unconsciously, his strikes grew increasingly understated, shedding their majestic grandeur—rising and falling, nothing more.
