Zhang Xuan Offers His Pointers (2)

Sword Saint Xing's understanding of the Zhang Clan's swordsmanship had already reached an inconceivable level. Every subtle movement that he made was in alignment with the essence of the Speed Sword Quintessence, yet the young man was still able to get to him faster despite releasing his sword art later. Not only so, the young man's strength had also far surpassed his!

If he failed to dodge this move, the young man would swiftly nullify any strength that he commanded, such that his sword would not be able to deal any damage even if it fell on the young man's body.

"Humph!" Knowing that he was facing a true expert, Sword Saint Xing decisively gave up on the idea of going easy on the young man.

He took a deep breath before sliding his feet half a step back. After which, his sword curved in a unique and bizarre trajectory, forcefully transforming a pierce into a hack.