Half a month later, on a certain day, the clanging and clamor of dueling swords once again resounded through the entirety of Broken Sword Mountain.
One could see a golden sword light, about a zhang long, racing across the sky in pursuit of two crimson sword glows.
Suddenly, the golden sword light dramatically accelerated in the void of space, and with a flash of golden light, disappeared into the distance.
The next moment, a faint ripple disturbed the void some ten-odd zhang ahead, and a pale golden sword light reemerged with a "bang". It cleaved one of the crimson glows in half at the waist.
As the crimson sword light dissipated, a broken, red longsword clattered to the ground in two pieces.
The other crimson sword glow, as if connected to the former, fiercely spiraled in midair, emitting a mournful cry and charged straight toward the golden sword light.
"Zzzt" several times!