章節 891: Nine-Tailed Fox

Nine… Ten… Eleven… Is this fellow a monster? Uesugi Nao stared intently at Zhou Wen, feeling extremely shocked.

Zhou Wen casually waved his hand and used more than ten sword intents. And at his age, how could he comprehend so many sword intents?

Zhou Wen's sword intents were naturally not something he had mastered himself. In fact, Zhou Wen had never practiced sword arts before. What he was truly good at was movement techniques. At most, he could add the Immortal Slaying move to his list.

These sword intents were what Zhou Wen had learned in the peach blossom mystic realm. The white-robed man's sword art contained three thousand sword intents. This was just a drop in the ocean.

Although Zhou Wen hadn't fully comprehended the three thousand sword intents, he had already memorized them. It wasn't enough to use it against a true top-notch swordsman, but he could still use it casually.