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Hiss.
Blood spurted from beneath Lin Xin's longsword as he drew it back, propelling himself diagonally to burst through the encirclement of more than a dozen people.
Droplets of blood scattered, as more than ten Noodle Countrymen fell to the ground, their waists broken like harvested wheat.
On the slope bathed in the setting sun, Lin Xin slowly sheathed his sword and turned his head to look back at the trail of bodies behind him.
"It still feels somewhat unsmooth," he mused, recalling the entire process of his recent encounter,
Pine Forest Swordsmanship emphasizes thrusting, but what he used the most were slashing and tapping.
Whoosh.
The longsword was unsheathed once again, casting a few red shadows in the air before returning to its scabbard.
"This is the opening form of Pine Forest Swordsmanship."
Hiss!
A flash of sword light, a fleeting red shadow. A little too quick.
"That's a basic sword form," he said, frowning slightly.
