actually a cold, black dagger."Shan Hai Scroll!"Su Xin let out a fierce shout, his long sword waving, instantly drawing upon layers of profound meaning, just like the surging ocean.Ding! Ding! Ding!A...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...are certain, but the strongest is not necessarily so. After all, until the very end, who knows if these geniuses have any hidden strength."I just think Xia Mang is the strongest. Look at him, he obvio...