"The third move, Sword Emerge from Universe!"
Yang Xiaotian brandished his sword once more, and immediately, the sword wind fluttered up and down.
The trash can in front flew even higher.
Then came the fourth move.
The fifth move, the sixth move, the seventh move...
Yang Xiaotian executed one move after another with no hesitation, no awkwardness, the sword wind growing stronger and tighter, causing the classroom trash can to whirl dizzyingly before everyone's eyes.
"The thirteenth move, Sword Sweeps the Plains."
With a swipe of his sword, the sword wind instantly sheared through the air.
The trash can that had been spinning dizzyingly in the air now suddenly stopped in mid-fall and plummeted down.
Yang Xiaotian performed all thirteen strikes of the Sword Thirteen in one breath.
When the sword rested, the whistling of the sword wind still echoed in the classroom, as if telling Cao Lu, Zheng Zhipeng, and others that everything they had witnessed was real.
