lost," the Palace Master of Emperor Moon lightly spoke.The Palace Master of Qingyang next to him frowned and did not refute.Although the battle is not yet over, it is clear that Xia Mang cannot break...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... Mang go at all. Instead, they continued to chase him out.That young man with blood-streaked hair even had a hint of a sneer on his lips, watching Xia Mang who was fleeing ahead, killing intent surgin...