"Boom!!!"
In the space of consciousness, Xu Ran held a long saber in his hand, fiercely slashing down at the figure before him.
It was the first saber technique Xu Ran had mastered and was the most proficient in.
Standing before him was a middle-aged man with a conical hat.
The man watched the oncoming slash calmly, then slightly lifted the long saber he was clutching in his hand.
Without much movement, simply raising the long saber, it perfectly met the most powerful part of Xu Ran's saber force, instantly revealing a flaw, then like an ink dragon, the saber thrust forth, piercing Xu Ran's body.
With a flick, Xu Ran was thrown back to his original position like a torn sack.
After struggling on the ground for a moment, Xu Ran's body slowly stood up.
The wounds on his body had already completely healed.
Injuries sustained in the consciousness space would heal anew, and this had been his seventh encounter with the man.