Lai Zhirui seemed not to have heard Zhao Rong's words clearly, but the sword moves from before flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
He had practiced swordsmanship for nineteen years, and his talent was only good enough to barely reach the mastery of the "Seventy-Two Peaks Stacked Greenery."
The essence of the Returning Wind Wild Goose Sword: Twin Falling Geese.
That is, one strike transforming into two blades, thus surpassing "Seventy-Two Peaks Stacked Greenery." When perfected to the extreme, one move could produce the illusion of nine swords, the power and speed of which are both fierce and swift!
Lai Zhirui had not grasped the essence of the Returning Wind Wild Goose Sword; he could only indulge in vain fantasies.
But the basic sword moves, he knew all too well.
Blood gushed from the wound in his chest, trickling through the gaps between his fingers and onto the deck.
"Guanyin, the golden tablet..."