Three moves, four moves, five moves, six moves...!
By relying on the speed of his sword, he forcefully swallowed those elusive sword moves amidst danger.
The few instances when Shang Sufeng combined his footwork with the changing momentum of his sword moves made Zhao Rong's eyes shine with an intense light.
He felt a chill surging in his heart,
and immediately, his body flickered with the agility of a nimble ape, his movements suddenly quickening or slowing down, as his Returning Wind Wild Goose Sword carried the elusive sense of the Diancang Sword Skill!
'Hmm?!'
'The eighteenth move, Diancang's Returning Wind Eagle Strike!'
'How dare you, whelp!'
Shang Sufeng instantly became furious; was this youngster imitating his sword skill in the midst of battle and creating an odd hybrid move with the Hengshan Swordsmanship?
Was this not a provocation, what else could it be!
On the Shu Family's side, Pan Lingshan suddenly stood up!
