Chapter 84: Chapter 77 Xu Yan Comprehends the Sword Dao, the Sword Heart is Clear_1

In the mountain forest, Xu Yan was left alone.

He stood amidst the trees, his gaze sweeping the surroundings, where streaks of sword marks crisscrossed, piercing through tree after tree, leaving behind one small hole after another.

Trees that were neatly severed lay on the ground, each chopped into over a dozen pieces.

One could faintly discern the remnants of swordsmanship and techniques.

The more Xu Yan observed, the more he felt a sense of enlightenment, though it was nebulous, as a messy cluster of sword techniques—all previously demonstrated by his master—surfaced in his mind.

But he had forgotten them.

No!

Not forgotten, rather, he had lost the sequence of the moves, forgetting which stroke corresponded to which execution.

The chaotic sword techniques in his mind were verified against the traces around him, and suddenly, a particular technique overlapped with a sword mark on the ground.

"This sword mark was made by this technique," Xu Yan murmured to himself.