One Move
編集者: Henyee Translations
Roland seemed very quiet. He just stood in a front horse stance and held the hilt of the saber in both hands while the back of the blade rested on his left shoulder.
Because the miaodao was very long, it would be quite laborious to hold in one's hands if one didn't wield it. It was also impossible to wear it at the waist, and it was even more difficult to use it if it was carried behind the back.
Therefore, most of the time, the miaodao would be mounted on the shoulder, making it easy to carry, and therefore, most of the time, the movement of the miaodao strike would start with this posture.
Li Lin's wooden sword was still striking the ground, the sound becoming heavier and heavier as Li Lin continued to approach slowly.
The atmosphere was getting more and more tense, and on the side, Night Tide Sands subconsciously clenched her small fists.