Some of the trainees immediately looked towards Xu Ruoruo, who stood at the very front.
The longsword moved softly and gently, sometimes slowly, sometimes smoothly, as natural and harmonious as flowing water. At times, when the movements were quick, one could even hear the faint hissing sounds. It seemed she was not practicing swordsmanship, but dancing. The reflections from the silver sword tip left a trail of visual afterimages, forming what seemed to be a slender silver dragon coiling around her, occasionally emitting a light hum.
Lin Fei was actually not wrong; these fundamentals were indeed key to Dragon-Intent Swordsmanship, but the true standard was far from Xu Ruoruo's current state. It required more stable and refined force. Of course, there weren't such high demands for ordinary people.
