The sword flashes like a green serpent flicking out its tongue, hissing through the air, then like a roc spreading its wings, crossing a thousand miles in an instant. At times it is as light as a parasol tree leaf drifting on the breeze, rising with a point of the blade; at others, it strikes like thunder from the heavens, scattering leaves in every direction. A sword aura rises from level ground, and mountains and rivers collapse across the nine provinces!
