his beggar's hand was gripping a long sword, and at a glance one could tell it was no ordinary weapon.The members of the two rival gangs around were fighting crazily, but this ‘beggar’ was just closin...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...idual. He had heard of this."Madam, the ancestor who led your Chen family to glory decades ago has long since passed away, hasn't he" Zhao Tianrong glanced at Chen Yin. "It's been so long, even if he...