Ning Zhuo's heart spirit slightly stirred.
A remarkably delicate Flying Sword control method seeped into the Divine Sea through the river of memory.
Shentu Wuwei nurtures his sword, releases his sword, retrieves his sword, and conceals his sword.
After Light Shining Gall leaves his hand, it does not merely fly swiftly, but circles, halts, sinks, flicks, folds, returns, and hides. Like a fine blade, it gently cuts open the weak spots of the enemy's protective magic light.
Ning Zhuo's breathing slowed down.
He saw Shentu Wuwei practicing swordsmanship day after day.
Practicing sword light in the morning.
Practicing sword speed at noon.
Practicing reverse edge at dusk.
Practicing remote sword control at midnight.
Practicing sword consistently, almost all year round, immersed and obsessed!
Initially, the courtyard was filled with small bells made of gold and iron. The Flying Sword passed through the bells without ringing them, and the strings remained unbroken.
