Almost simultaneously,
the two shouted in unison,
"Great! Sun! Soaring! Sword!"
Yet, at the moment the sword move was called, Luo Qingyao once again became entranced.
Because she didn't expect that the opponent would also use the Great Sun Soaring Sword.
She had never considered that besides the Great Sword Immortal Li Yuan and herself, there would be a third person who knew this sword move.
The victor had been decided, just in that instant of her distraction.
A downturned rainbow penetrated all twenty-four of her flying swords. Then, the rainbow light exploded, transforming into a hanging round sun in the sky.
Clang!
The sharp sound of shattering echoed across the plain.
The twenty-four flying swords that Luo Qingyao had spent nearly fifty years refining were all crushed at the same time.
And what crushed these twenty-four top-tier flying swords was a single blade of grass.
The man in the dragon mask, standing in the area illuminated by the great sun, looked down at her,
