บท 540: SAINTS ARE HEARTLESS

It wasn't until now that Xi Feng understand how his teacher could even modify the Flowing Swords Arts so easily and derive all thirty-three moves of the Flowing Sword Arts from only ten moves.

In his teacher one sword strike, Xi Feng could see infinite variations of attacks in one attack.

The strike that Azief had unleashed contained an unstoppable power that pushed forward greedless of the obstacle

Hidden behind such a simple strike is an ultimate willpower that surpassed even the aura of the sword intent.

The indifference of heaven could be felt with that one sword strike. That one sword strike turns into a fireworks of sword light that move to many directions.

It strikes all of the people that charged forward.

Those dozens of people abruptly fell to the ground silently, their head on the ground, blood coming out from many parts of their body.

It was like they were cut by a thousand slashes; their death was truly terrifying.