sidelines were visibly excited."Uncle Hang, you're too kind," smiled Su Xin as he looked at the gray-clothed middle-aged man named Su Bo Hang in front of him. In his hand, he still held a tree branch....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...h the prowess of this blood-robed, devilishly handsome youth. However, if he only focused on defense, it would be extremely difficult for this blood-robed youth to overpower him."This one step Nirvana...