Formless Sword Ripple

"Haha, freshman, you should be careful."

Nangong Jie's laugh rang out on Martial Arts Practice Field. Chuu! A cold sword shadow broke the air and moved towards Jian Wushuang.

The sword edge was cold enough to tear through anything.

"Formless Swordsmanship? " Jian Wushuang was surprised.

Jian Wushang was very familiar with this sword skill. Nangong Jie was using the first move of the Formless Sword Art, Blood Shadow.

Jian Wushuang drew his sword and used the Formless Sword Art too.

The two sword shadows were both incredibly fast. They entwined with each other like two serpents, then separated immediately after colliding.

"Fuck off!"

Followed by a howl, the long sword in Jian Wushuang's hand drew up immediately, filled with killing intent.

A fresh bloody sword shadow moved through the air like it was dancing in the wind.

In an instant, the air was cut through directly.

"Haha."