SHIING—
The Flowing Wind Sword slid silently from its sheath. Its dark cyan blade quivered, letting out a low hum.
Fang Han began to practice the Nine Swords of Sky Splitting, move by move, based on the insights in his mind.
The flashes of his sword were swifter and fiercer than before.
His comprehension of "speed and ferocity" had reached a deeper level after testing it against Su Yu's Flute Technique.
He was no longer limited to the superficial transformations of the Sword Techniques, but was beginning to touch upon the fundamental principles of heaven and earth they contained.
For a time, the courtyard was filled with flying sword shadows and a chilling Sword Qi, yet it all possessed a strange, rhythmic quality.
It was like a summer thunderclap—explosive, swift, and devastatingly powerful, yet it also blended into the world around it.
