ner of the street, the beggar who had been lying half against the wall, snoozing soundly, suddenly opened his eyes. Those eyes were crystal clear, yet held a hint of astonishment as he gazed at Su Xin...The Sixth Sacred Mountain, in the courtyard where Su Xin resides.

Wow!

Blades of light flashed as Su Xin practiced swordsmanship alone.

"Shadowed!" "Dream fragments!" "Dawn breaks!" "Ephemeral bloom!" "Snowy expanse!" "Path to the underworld!"

Each move follows seamlessly from the last.

"No, that's not right."

Su Xin quickly stopped, and his brows furrowed.

He had mastered the Flying Blood Sword Art long ago, and his proficiency was extremely high. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it peerless. He could perform each of the six forms in this technique almost perfectly, bringing out the full power of each move.

It was like this before.

However, at this moment, as he wielded this sword technique again, it felt completely different.

It's not because of the proficiency in swordsmanship, but the swordsmanship itself...feng looked over."Su Xin nodded.""No wonder you don't even recognize Lu Xianzi," Duan Yunfeng smiled, "Besides the talented hunters in this camp, there are also some merchants who sell information abo...