Chapter 2432: Chapter 79: Finger Sword as a Step

Amidst the falling sword flowers, Jiang Wang finally faced Ning Shuangrong.

Even completely immersed in the world of swordsmanship, he had to admit that the smile before him was truly beautiful.

The smile overflowed in her eyes, flowing subtly at the corners of her lips and brows.

She was genuinely joyful, for an old friend she had never met, for a soulmate in the world of swordsmanship.

Of course, in this smile, you would feel its brilliance, and naturally be moved by this innate stroke of genius with the sword.

The mountain wind trembled among Ning Shuangrong’s tresses, and at this moment, her fluttering black hair, the graceful hem of her garment, every detail seemed to be articulating the mysteries of the Sword Dao.

In this mysterious world of swordsmanship, the Autumn Water Sword stood out among countless possibilities, pointing west.

This stroke, alone ascending the western tower!

The dangerous and strange peaks in the world are not as unfathomable as the human heart.

The regrets from many years ago always prevent one from looking back.

The sorrows of many years later always come unexpectedly, soaring beyond the heavens, unnoticed by anyone.

This sword was too perilous, too bizarre, too sudden. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Jiang Wang had fought numerous battles, even on battlefields several times, from nameless bandits to dukes of great states; countless opponents he had met, but he had never seen such a sword.

It was clearly within the range of sight, yet it escaped beyond his vision.

It should have come for the throat, but the position was a fraction off.

All thirty-six vital points were chilling!

If one had to speak of it, this stroke was somewhat similar to Yisheng Feng’s sword that escaped sensory perception.

But Yisheng Feng’s sword fled from the five senses, while Ning Shuangrong’s sword seemed to be there first in the heart. The sword entered the heart, and only then appeared externally.

Both body and soul are harmed, and the heart of those with feelings is wounded!

This sword thrust out, indeed having a taste of the Body Soul Decay from the Seven Forms of Battle. Ning Shuangrong’s talent in swordsmanship was truly an absolute summit.

Jiang Wang has an immortal heart, his body like Liu Li, and originally did not fear such sword moves, but at this moment, he stopped using Divine Skills, banned other methods, and suddenly fell into danger.

The sword flowers hadn’t all withered, the marks on his heart had already begun to show, each vital point across his body was pointed at by the sword edge.

At this critical moment, he moved his body like a dragon raising its head, terrifying pressure filled the surroundings! The immense sword momentum condensed into a peak against the heavens, this was the sword of extreme momentum.

This stroke, the Absolute Summit Tipping Sword, slashed out the summit, yet did not topple.

Jiang Wang’s form, carrying the vast sword momentum, soared into the sky, shattering the scattered sword flowers, his body becoming a high peak supporting the skies, thus escaping from the shroud of Ning Shuangrong’s stroke "alone ascending the western tower."

An exquisite response!

Without being a battle genius at the absolute summit, such a naturally marvelous response is impossible.

Ning Shuangrong’s sword move aged and was futile, yet she was not disheartened; instead, she felt surprise and from it, an extremely beautiful inspiration was born.

It was only with such a rare opponent in the world that one could spark out such rare swordplay.

One sword missed its mark, yet another sword rose.

Silently alone ascending the western tower, seeing only emptiness.

Scene empty, heart empty.

This crafty and quirky sword of hers suddenly lifted upwards!

The sword tip appeared to hook like an eave in flight.

And then the entire sword rose like a spirit snake into the air.

She followed the sword skyward.

The sword momentum thus raised, like a sapling, suddenly spanned over a thousand years in an instant, becoming a towering giant tree!

Ning Shuangrong’s sword and Jiang Wang’s sword both soared into the sky simultaneously.

But her sword did not appear to have a vast force; instead, it carried a vague melancholy, leaving no place to hide.

This stroke, the Lonely Wutong!

Jiang Wang’s Absolute Summit Sword stands the heavens and earth, Ning Shuangrong’s Lonely Wutong is like a parasitic sore, haunting like a shadow.

Sword momentum tangled with sword momentum, sword light clashed with sword light, sword edge chased after sword edge!

They waged battle on every definition concerning swords with each other.

Without unmatched confidence in the Sword Dao, it is impossible to develop such sword moves.

The green robes and green clothes clashed as one, sword light pouring over like a flying waterfall.

They fought higher and higher, higher and higher, almost bursting out of the Questioning Sword Gorge.

The shadow of the phoenix tree covered the small courtyard, making one feel particularly lonely.

But what truly makes one lonely, how could it ever be the shadow of the phoenix tree, how could it ever be the moon full on the western tower?

It is the unattainable within your heart!

Ning Shuangrong’s sword, like a suffocating net. Silently deploying, against which there is no gate.

"People" cannot escape loneliness.

A stroke of Lonely Wutong, in this specific context, suppressed all possibilities of the Human Character Sword.

Unable to come, unable to go, unable to stop.

At this moment Jiang Wang felt a constraint, even pain.

He used the Killing Move as an escape move, becoming like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace to be found. Ning Shuangrong’s transition was even more uniquely gifted, ineffable. Causing his sword to rise to the absolute summit, yet fall into the net of dust.

His body and mind were indeed influenced by such sword moves, and once again he recognized Ning Shuangrong’s unusual Sword Dao talent.

Countless responses flashed like a flowing light in his mind, how many possibilities remain for swordsmanship?

Bang bang bang!

The heart throbbed violently.

Painful beating.

At this moment, a flash of insight!

In the Ancient Star Dome, there is a red seven-story, four-cornered flying eave tower, and a magnificent seven-story purple pavilion; at this time, they gently moved simultaneously.

A resonance occurred in the distant world of the Star Vault.

Jiang Wang’s heart suddenly halted.

In Ning Shuangrong’s vision, hearing, smell, taste, and sense, that world-famous Longing vanished!

And simultaneously.

She felt extreme fear, a crisis as if death was imminent!

The Lonely Wutong sword move rolled away like dim clouds, the sky full of sword shadows suddenly vanished.

She had no choice but to withdraw the sword and retreat first.

At this moment, the move Jiang Wang executed was Yisheng Feng’s sword that fled outside sensory perception!

His Tanlang Star Tower, Pojun Star Tower had once absorbed the same domain star towers of Yisheng Feng for personal use. But it seemed to serve no other purpose than to expand the towers themselves.