ten gold armored soldiers and passed this fifteenth round.The sixteenth round, the opponent was once again a soldier of ten ranks, but he wore crimson armor and wielded a blood-red spear.Boom! Boom!...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...ryone dispersed.Only Xia Mang remained there, his gaze still fixed on Su Xin's departing figure."Two months, just two months…"Xia Mang clenched his hands tightly.Two months ago, at that hunt, the gap...