Even if the enemy had fled a hundred miles away, the Spirit Sword still leaped through the air in a breath, easily taking off their head.
In just a few breaths, after the enemies were all slain,
the old man leaped once more, landing steadily on the Spirit Sword, and flew away on it.
The whole process was so crisp and neat, so elegant and handsome!
"Kill a man every ten steps, travel ten thousand miles without stopping..."
Su Xing's eyes flashed with brilliance, unable to resist the impulse to slap his thigh.
Impressive, but that's secondary.
The key thing is that it's cool!
This sword control to kill enemies, riding the wind and escaping gracefully, which hot-blooded young man in his early twenties could resist that?
"Thank you, senior, for your teachings!"
Su Xing sincerely bowed to Ghost Grandma.