From beginning to end, Chu Feng said nothing more. That memory was a painful recollection for him.
His figure kept dodging while the shadows of his blade shifted without cease. Even Sun San was somewhat stunned. He had cultivated every moment over these years and fought bloody battles on the battlefield, yet he still could not force Chu Feng to reveal a flaw. Anxiety inevitably rose in his heart.
In the instant Sun San was stunned, Chu Feng had already arrived before him. A streak of black light flashed past, and Sun San felt a trace of chill on his chest. He suddenly sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly retreated.
In that very instant, the long blade in Chu Feng's hand had already slashed dozens of times. Just as Sun San steadied himself after retreating, secretly pleased with himself, a burst of pain surged through his body, and he could not help letting out a pained howl.
The two were fighting at close quarters, so the change in the battle situation shocked everyone even more.
Although Sun San had retreated, Chu Feng's blade strikes came in an endless stream. By the time he steadied his footing, his body was already covered in wounds, his golden armor shattering layer by layer as sprays of blood burst from his body.
"Such a terrifying blade!"
"Why?"
Sun San found it difficult to believe. Clearly, he had held the advantage, so why was his own life hanging by a thread? He was deeply confused.
"In my eyes, there is only the blade. In my hand, there is only the blade!"
Chu Feng's simple words brought sudden realization to Sun San. Although his cultivation had advanced and his methods had multiplied over the years, he had neglected the blade in his hand. Instead, he