Jingle! Jingle! Jingle!
In the air, the sound of bells constantly rings.
The sound is crisp, like wind chimes.
Yet it is more urgent.
The sword tip meets the myriad plum blossoms, the sword humming continuously.
Such a martial contest is truly unique.
In the next moment, Su Mo suddenly retracts his sword.
The plum blossoms that contended with his sword tip in mid-air, continue their assault.
Suddenly, the sword light quivers, forming a circle in the void.
Immediately following is the continuous clanging sound.
The myriad plum blossoms instantly fly back in reverse.
Mei Xuesong raises a hand, collecting all the returning plum blossoms into his sleeve.
With a swift turn of his body, both hands fly.
Blossoms emerge abruptly from the air, spiraling around Su Mo's body.
Such a technique is truly mystical.
Song Jiangshen exclaims in admiration:
"What a marvelous 'Plum Blossoms Blooming'!
"The Great Elder's Mei Hua Ding has become increasingly skillful.
