The Utmost of Sword Nine
Editor: Larbre Studio
Zhang Ruochen entered a mad state of practicing in the following month, and would go and challenge Ling Feiyu every three days.
Today was their twelvth fight.
Chaotic streams of sword Qi were gushing above the bamboo forest, making "whistling" sounds.
In the center of the streams of sword Qi, a shadow of a man was fighting fabulous sword moves quickly with a woman shadow.
"Gold Morning Sun."
A long sword condensed by Holy Qi was in Ling Feiyu's hands. It pointed to the sky and gave out blinding gold brilliance.
A flow condensed by Holy Qi kept circled the long sword, then pressed down on Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen stood straight and rushed forward. He pointed his finger and read to himself, "Sword Three."
In the last month, Zhang Ruochen's Way of Sword had advanced greatly with the practice of Ling Feiyu and guidance of the 16 Saint Sword patriarchs, and he could now display Sword Three to its utmost.
Boom.