The Cold Iron Sword unsheathed, and floated in the air beside my shoulder, like a ice cold guardian. Under the influence of my thoughts, the Cold Iron Sword flew out with a “Shua!” The fierce tip of the blade swept through the air, bringing forth numerous bouts of cold wind. Following the predetermined path, it soared forward. I launched two strikes with my Emperor Qin’s Sword, and hit the Cold Iron Sword squarely as it revolved along the path. From this, the imaginary enemy suffered two serious blows, and would have died, or at the very least was seriously injured.