An unpracticed sword technique...
Xu Xiaoshou had hard-derived it, even striking before being struck?
Horror filled Gu Yu's eyes and seeped into the hearts of the surrounding ancient swordsmen, like a cold wind piercing into the marrow of the spectators from the five regions.
At that moment, everyone recollected the previous strike, but no one could perceive the Sword Explosion that had outpaced Gu Yu as he sheathed his blade...
How swift must it have been?!
Even Mei Siren was dumbfounded as he watched the annoying brat who both scooped up and blew away snowflakes repeatedly...
His reaction speed was also lagging behind!
Certainly not behind in blowing snowflakes, but behind Withering Snow of the West Wind!
"The ultimate speed, the most terrifying output, the most leisurely sword sheathing... What a move, Withering Snow of the West Wind, what a figure, Lord Shou!" Feng Zhongzui cried out in amazement and excitement, which made his blood boil and all his pores open up widely.
