As he spoke, Wuhen unleashed two sword strikes.
Xue Meng's eyes instantly turned serious as he stared at the two sword lights until they completely disappeared into the void.
"Have you learned it?"
Xue Meng nodded, "I've learned it."
Xue Meng's talent in swordsmanship is second to none in the world.
There is only one person who can master more than 30,000 sword techniques without leaving a trace.
Of course, there are very few people in the entire human race who are willing to teach swordsmanship.
Wuhen unleashed four consecutive sword strikes.
"This sword, in my dreams I knew I was a guest."
"This sword, for a moment of pleasure."
"This sword, like flowing water and fallen flowers, signifies the passing of spring."
"This sword is a treasure of heaven and earth."
Xue Meng scratched his head, seemingly recalling something, and fell into deep thought.
As I pondered this, my hands moved involuntarily.
In my dream, I was unaware that I was a guest, indulging in fleeting pleasure.
Spring has gone with the flowing water and falling flowers, a world apart.
These four lines are all from a poem by Li Yu, the last ruler of the Southern Tang Dynasty.
He wielded the halberd tens of thousands of times, unleashing wave after wave of blood energy.
They only stopped when Xue Meng was covered in sweat and steaming hot.
"I've learned it."
"good."
After saying that, Wuhen disappeared from the spot, and his figure seemed to fade even further.
Xue Meng was unsurprised. He carried his halberd and the crimson hammer, and hurried back towards Blue Star.
His face lit up with joy, and he kept muttering to himself.
"We've made a fortune this time!"
"Go home, go home!"
...
As they sped along, Ye Bai felt the scenery around him rushing past.
"Old Nine is already waiting for you on the other side of the portal."
Lan Zhexian spoke up.
"I will have Xue Meng deliver the sword case I promised to give you."
"Thanks!"
Ye Bai is very polite.
The two continued their journey, hoping to return to Blue Star sooner, which would give Ye Bai a greater sense of security.
Ninth Master, I'm back!
...
Beyond the Eternal Tower lies the Eternal Forest.
He was somewhat surprised when Ying Jiu left.
"Strange, why hasn't Madman Huo made a move?"
Logically speaking, if I were to appear nearby, Huo Fengzi should have provoked me.
This quietness is not in line with Huo Fengzi's personality.
Never mind all that for now, let's go pick up that kid, Shura.
With the nightmare watching, Huo Fengzi can't cause any trouble.
Deep within the Eternal Forest, a terrifying pressure emanated, and no one dared to approach.
Even a war god-level powerhouse would feel a tremor from the depths of their soul when faced with this oppressive aura.
The coffin lid was carelessly tossed aside, and the black coffin lay upside down on the ground.
The black coffin was empty.
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