Bai was locked in combat with them. Although he hadn't suffered any substantial injuries, a hint of pain flickered across his face. The veins on his forehead throbbed visibly, as if he were enduring...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... barely see the two figures rushing across the center of the battleground."This speed...""So fast!""This is too fast!"Amidst a gasp of astonishment, the two figures who had seemingly 'vanished' reappe...