"Qingfeng, you lost?" said Wushuang Nie as he looked at Qingfeng.
Qingfeng said, "Uncle Nie I want to know what sort of sword technique this is! Why is it so powerful?"
Wushuang Nie shook his head and said, "This isn't sword technique. It is sword intent."
"Sword intent." Qingfeng gradually realized after he heard Wushuang.
He had some understanding of sword intent and knew that it was much more powerful than sword techniques. It was able to transform all the surroundings into sword intent, and trap one's opponent within an illusion, not allowing them to escape.
"Uncle Nie, what is this sword intent and why is it so powerful?" Qingfeng asked.
Wushuang Nie smiled and said, "This is Grass Sword Intent. Everything that exists has a soul, like a stalk of grass. Even a flower can form sword intent and release great attacks, even though it is but a plant."