"Sword Twelve!"
Swoosh swoosh swoosh—the longsword howled, shooting out at a speed comparable to a bullet.
In an instant, wind stirred over the lotus pond, Sword Qi raging on all sides!
Cauldron Sword exclaimed: [Hmph! Did you see that? This is a Sword Cultivator! Tell me, isn't that badass?]
"I'll admit, he's a bit more handsome than I am..."
Lu Chenzhou crossed his arms in front of his chest; he could have obliterated this man with a single strike of Invisible Sword Qi, but he wanted to use this chance to witness the legendary methods of a Sword Immortal.
Ding ding dang dang!
Sword Qi rained down, as Lu Chenzhou's figure weaved through, his fist wind as dense as pine needles falling from the trees.
The Sword Qi shattered again and again, yet constantly reformed, cycling endlessly.
The man in white stood in the void, endlessly changing sword moves: now like a soaring swan, now like a swallow skimming the water.
