Chapter 1172: Sword Duel
The black-robed elder forcibly broke through Star Lord Yuheng’s small world with his higher cultivation. However, since he was not an Immortal, he could only extricate himself. His sword slaves remained trapped within that small world.
As a result, his greatest source of strength could no longer be used.
The instant the black-robed elder freed himself from the small world, Zhang Yuelu leaped into motion, lunging forward with her sword in one seamless flow. She was like a bolt of lightning, arriving in front of him faster than he could react.
The elder felt a gale rush toward him, his robes snapping loudly, as formless sword qi spread through the air like rippling waves.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yuelu closed the distance, arriving within one meter of the black-robed elder. The paper sword in her hand was thin and narrow, and her strikes were illusory, exhausting every variation.
At last, the black-robed elder grasped the sword light.
In an instant, the two exchanged nearly a hundred moves, the clash of metal ringing so rapidly it became a single continuous sound.
Then, both retreated one step at the same time. Zhang Yuelu twisted her wrist, and her paper sword swept up a vast spray of sword qi, within which were countless concealed weapons formed from paper fragments.
The black-robed elder’s expression did not change. He simply met it with a single sword strike, blasting apart the bombarding sword qi with unimaginable force.
The scattered sword qi shot in all directions, whirling chaotically and leaving dozens of deep, crisscrossing marks in the void that lingered for a long time.
Zhang Yuelu’s paper sword suddenly flared, the sword qi taking on a solid, physical presence as sword radiance.
This sword radiance became an extension of the blade itself, completely tangible.