Glancing at Gu Nan's incoming sword strike, Ghost Valley felt a happy excitement fill his face.
Not bad, her sword is imbued with a distinct aura.
The essence was condensed and propelled, giving the sword a domineering feeling. With such a narrow, focused thrust, the strike would feel unavoidable and death inevitable.
Such an all-out strike amounted to giving this old man some face.
Ghost Valley smiled, drawing his elegant sword with a slow and gradual motion. But, his acute control allowed him to deflect the blow with minimal movement.
The tremble of colliding metal hummed in the air.
Standing to the side, Bai Qi watched Gu Nan’s flickering actions with slight melancholy before closing his eyes again.
“Haha, not bad, there’s a little bit of strength!” Ghost Valley laughed heartily.
Although his hair has turned white, his age held no factor in this fight. His swords were varied and agile, focused but encompassing.
The pressure of that long blade made her feel breathless.
“Ting ting ting.”
The clashing swords rumbled the surrounding air and filled it with the sounds of battle.
In only a few breaths, the two swords collided more than a dozen swords.
The two swords struck each again, and both of them retreated.
Ghost Valley jumped back effortlessly and landed like a gentle feather.
Gu Nan stumbled back awkwardly, dragging lines across the snow.
Her wrist felt numb and sapped of energy.
It wasn’t that Ghost Valley was necessary stronger than her, but that his actions tapped upon her key weaknesses. With every soft contact, her sword’s speed was chipped away.
She bounced back several feet and quickly readjusted her grip. The frosty air permeated the metal blade and hilt, and a chill clung onto her hand. Focusing once more, she prepared her next strike. Like a venomous snake exiting its lair, her sword sprung ahead once again.
Her body flew forward, but her right-hand grip opened and the sword began to fall.
Losing the sword is one of the most fatal mistakes for a swordsman.
Ghost Valley smiled slightly.
With Gu Nan’s ability, she could only avoid defeat for maybe a dozen or so rounds. The two are on completely different levels after all.
But if she took a gamble, there’s still the hope of winning.
Her hand twisted back and then slammed forward on the pommel.
The sword accelerated forward like a cold comet.
In a low flash of light, the sword had already neared him and was racing forward.
Ghost Valley nodded at this sword technique. The Hundred-Step Flying Sword was a vertical style move he once taught to her, and she’s already trained it to a dangerous level.
However, this sword isn’t enough to make him serious.
He took this opportunity to examine the intricacies of her development.
Her moves are imbued with a desperate desire for death. However, unlike the finesse of a swordsman, it’s more like an assassin forcing an opening in one’s defenses.
But as Ghost Valley was analyzing her attack, he failed to notice something else.
At the same time, Gu Nan turned and bent her waist, exploding out with her right foot. Like one of the many silent snowflakes, she spun through the air.
With a turn of the wrist, Ghost Valley’s sword executed its Horizontal technique. The projectile sword was easily redirected with Ghost Valley’s subtle deflection.
The sword quickly lost its momentum and tumbled through the air.
But beyond his expectations, Gu Nan was already airborne and caught the falling sword, landing right behind Ghost Valley.
The sword in her hand shifted from the Vertical stance to the Horizontal one.