When it rises, it flies straight up into the sky like a white crane, and when it falls, it falls into the shape of a flying flower lightly chasing the waves.
Light and shadow intersect, the sword moves open and close, and the sword intention brought out by the sword tip is as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water.
That was the first time Tan Fangxing saw Wei Zhuo dancing with his sword.
Probably only this kind of swordsmanship can be considered exquisite, and only such people can be said to be extremely talented.
He only knew how to chase the sword light, but he didn't realize there was anything wrong with focusing his mind on every move of the person wielding the sword.
Until I was trapped in that person's net called Xinyue.