In the midst of the vast mountains, a lone tall stone statue stood.
Shi Xiaole stood straight, with the Red Left sword inserted a foot to his left, eyes slightly closed. The wind from afar blew through his hair and also caused the Red Left sword to sway.
Humming sounds vibrated through the air.
The swaying of the Red Left sword grew more intense, gradually from the side it looked like a fan-shaped red shadow. Clusters of Sword Qi emerged, roaming in all directions without any sharpness.
As every inch of the void filled with Sword Qi, Shi Xiaole stretched out his hand and accurately grasped the sword hilt within the fan-shaped red shadow, his right arm drooping, he swung it straight forward.
In an instant, countless Sword Qi seemed to sharpen like blunt knives, and like a horde of thousands of troops, they formed numerous sword shadows and shot out frantically, producing huge explosive sounds with each barrage.
Boom, boom, boom.
