The Sky was Colored Red by the Sword Interns’ Blood

The Sword Qi tornado swept across the sky like a pillar toward Jiang Liu. The force itself was enough to rip the universe apart.

Jiang Liu kept both hands on his longsword as he slashed horizontally. His simple attack seemed insignificant compared to the Eighth Sword Intern's flashy moves. 

"The waist must be steady, the momentum must be heavy, the hands must be firm, and the eyes must be fixed on the target," he muttered to himself as he emptied his mind of everything else except for the expert's advice on chopping wood. 

At this moment, the Sword Qi tornado became a big tree to him. Although it was a bigger tree than usual, it was still nonetheless a tree. 

"Chopping Wood Sword Skill!" Jiang Liu's eyes burst with brilliance and the longsword collided with that Sword Qi tornado. The tornado tore itself apart and roared wildly, like a Chaos Beast, trying to consume everything.