Zhou Wen randomly chose a practice sword. It was the commonly seen three-foot-long sword in the East District. It was straight and light.
The type of sword was actually not important to Zhou Wen. He wasn't planning to focus on a particular sword technique, but the thirteen sword techniques he had learned in the Peach Blossom Spring.
Strictly speaking, the sword stance wasn't important. What was truly important was the three thousand sword intents.
After hearing the veteran's words, Zhou Wen realized that the appearance of the sword wasn't important. He needed to know what he could do with the sword.
"Draw your sword," Zhou Wen said to Sadie.
Sadie didn't hesitate as she stabbed out with her armor-piercing sword at lightning speed.
Zhou Wen struck out at almost the same time. He was as fast as lightning, just like Sadie. They were both fast-attack sword techniques.
