Therefore, for experienced cultivators, the first lesson learned is often the way of self-protection, ensuring not to let formidable foes get close and damage the body.
The tall Daoist certainly understood this principle. Seeing the old dog rushing straight at him, he immediately maneuvered the peachwood sword to hover above his head, spinning swiftly, ready to launch an attack at any moment.
He spent seven to eight years mastering this sword control skill, practicing diligently every day, familiarizing himself with the hand techniques of the Walking Spell, changing moves.
It could be said that the peachwood sword, which took him so long to forge, was an extension of his own body, as easily wielded as an arm or finger, flowing smoothly in every aspect.
"Slash!"
