ife.Fei Haoyang's death is now meaningless to him, after all, in a way, he still has to thank Fei Haoyang. If it wasn't for him provoking Ye Chen, he wouldn't have had the chance to return to New York...The Sixth Sacred Mountain, in the courtyard where Su Xin resides.

Wow!

Blades of light flashed as Su Xin practiced swordsmanship alone.

"Shadowed!" "Dream fragments!" "Dawn breaks!" "Ephemeral bloom!" "Snowy expanse!" "Path to the underworld!"

Each move follows seamlessly from the last.

"No, that's not right."

Su Xin quickly stopped, and his brows furrowed.

He had mastered the Flying Blood Sword Art long ago, and his proficiency was extremely high. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it peerless. He could perform each of the six forms in this technique almost perfectly, bringing out the full power of each move.

It was like this before.

However, at this moment, as he wielded this sword technique again, it felt completely different.

It's not because of the proficiency in swordsmanship, but the swordsmanship itself...which he mastered those techniques was also clearly increasing.Time flies.Ten thousand eight hundred and sixty swordsmanship manuals, Su Xin spent a whole year and seven months to read them all and ma...