"Keep them safe." Zhou Shu casually threw the two connate divine weapons that had flown over to Zhang Qiyun.
Zhang Qiyun caught them in a panic, at a loss. So, it's actually that simple to retrieve the connate divine weapons left behind by the human race?
"Zhang Qiyun, don't get distracted. Watch carefully," Zhou Shu said.
At some point, he had taken out the branch with a few green leaves hanging from it.
He slowly began to move.
His movements were slow and contained an indescribable charm.
He slashed horizontally, swiped vertically, thrust forward, and stabbed upward!
It was a simple four-move sword technique. It couldn't be simpler.
But Zhang Qiyun seemed to see countless sword moves. All the sword moves in the world were made up by them.
These four simple moves seemed to contain all the sword techniques in the world. Zhang Qiyun's head swelled as he watched, and he felt like he was about to explode.