"Hummm hummm hummm!"
The air suddenly rippled with a wave of vibration, a bizarre sound wave following the ripples of energy pushed forward in layers, bearing a powerful tearing force, as if it intended to ravage and crush the tiny being in front of it to dust.
Zheng Kaixin held his longsword in hand, ignoring the green poisonous fog all around as if in the entire world there was only the sword in his hand and the giant red bee before him.
He had started learning from Long Qiu much earlier than the six hundred disciples, and his foundation was extremely solid, his perception keen.
Inferior swordsmanship focused on seeing the opponent's sword, not the person.
Mediocre swordsmanship failed to see the opponent's sword, seeing only the person.
Superior swordsmanship saw neither the sword nor the person.
