ugh he purely relied on defense, having strong defenses is still a skill!""This second stage of the hunt, there is no doubt about it, he shone brighter than me!"Xia Mang's hands instinctively clenched...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...e same void where sword cries echoed, atop a mountain, sat a cold and stern man bearing a divine sword. Hearing the sword cry, this cold and stern man raised his head in surprise."Sword-type treasures...