Long Fei honed his Sword Dao on the dead bodies before him, as if comprehending behind closed doors—comprehension alone remained on the theoretical level.
The best Dao is that which comes from practice.
In the words of the greats, practice is the hard truth that tests all standards.
The Sword Qi in his hands appeared like a swimming dragon, endlessly slashing across the Iron Armored Giant Corpse.
"Sever!"
With one swing, the right arm of the Iron Armored Copper Corpse was chopped off.
Sparks flew from the mystic iron outside, clanging loudly against the Tai'a Sword.
The arm of the Iron Armored Copper Corpse, along with the Giant Axe, struck the ground, howling wildly as if a fierce beast roaring.
This was the malevolent energy within the corpse being released, suddenly swinging its single arm, it grasped the Giant Axe and swished downwards, charging at Long Fei once again.
"Sever again!"
Long Fei snorted coldly, deftly dodging the axe, and once again sliced at its left arm.
