A dazzling golden Sword Light came from where the sun and the moon converge in the west, traveling straight from a thousand miles away. In just a few breaths' time, it was already within view, slashing directly at An Jing's head!
Almost ten breaths after the Sword Light fell, a thousand thunderclaps exploded from the sky, followed by winds sharp as knives tearing through the rain clouds, torrents of agitated rain falling like blades, carving numerous ravines into the earth and forests.
Another sword, coming from the moon, descended as a single line, its light pure and chilly white, solitary and dazzlingly bright, lacking the grandiose might of the golden Sword Light, yet silent, bursting forth with piercing intent to strike directly at An Jing's skull!
