"Sword ..."
Li Hao stroked the small sword. It was too familiar.
It was really too familiar.
He had been carrying it for more than ten years and had always been by his side. He could even know what this sword looked like with his eyes closed.
Comprehension?
What should he comprehend?
The shape was obviously not.
What his teacher wanted him to comprehend was the killing intent of the sword, the strength of the sword, and the attack of the sword.
But this sword ... Really didn't have any attack power.
Just as he was thinking, the small sword in his hand trembled slightly.
At this moment, Li Hao's mind wavered. He suddenly held his sword and released his inner strength, fantasizing about the style of the previous attack.
It could break the heavens and earth!
Sword slash!
Buzzzzzz!
