t, surging towards him."Pffft!"A mouthful of hot blood gushed directly from his mouth, his war knife flew out of his hand, and his figure slammed onto the ground behind him like a cannonball."Ninefold...The Sixth Sacred Mountain, in the courtyard where Su Xin resides.

Wow!

Blades of light flashed as Su Xin practiced swordsmanship alone.

"Shadowed!" "Dream fragments!" "Dawn breaks!" "Ephemeral bloom!" "Snowy expanse!" "Path to the underworld!"

Each move follows seamlessly from the last.

"No, that's not right."

Su Xin quickly stopped, and his brows furrowed.

He had mastered the Flying Blood Sword Art long ago, and his proficiency was extremely high. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it peerless. He could perform each of the six forms in this technique almost perfectly, bringing out the full power of each move.

It was like this before.

However, at this moment, as he wielded this sword technique again, it felt completely different.

It's not because of the proficiency in swordsmanship, but the swordsmanship itself...t.Everyone held their breath and watched.In the center of the schoolyard, Su Xin and Zhao Ling stood facing each other, separated by dozens of meters. Su Xin held a sword, while Zhao Ling gripped a kn...