xing blinked his eyes and stood up to interject: "How much silver That's been low for years! It hasn't changed, okay! Don't talk nonsense with your eyes open. D Shunjun is having a hard time!" 。Before...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.... However, there was an extraordinary depth and mystery in every character he wrote.After a moment's pause, the middle-aged man with the bushy mustache stopped his movements, placed his brush on the i...