At that moment, Luo Yan had no idea how Bai Qixue and Qing Lian had reacted. He only knew that he had to firmly grasp this hard-won insight and verify it against the experience and understanding he had accumulated over the years, thereby solving many of the problems he had encountered in the way of the sword.
He was like someone walking along a narrow country path when the view suddenly opened up before him.
At that moment, Luo Yan's swordsmanship entered an entirely new realm.
His heart united with his intent, his intent with his sword, and his sword with his body.
Even if it lasted for only an instant, Luo Yan felt as though he had become a sword, as if there were nothing in this world that he could not cut apart!
Clang!
The resounding cry of the sword soared into the heavens.
Bai Qixue drifted backward.
The blunted practice blade in her hand shattered inch by inch!
This was the first time she had failed to block Luo Yan's sword, but instead of being alarmed, she was delighted, as if she had discovered some precious treasure.
Qing Lian's pupils narrowed slightly, and her expression was filled with wariness toward Luo Yan.
Xiao Guizhi, Ning Chen, and the others looked at Bai Qixue in astonishment.
The steel pen in Chu Hao's hand fell to the ground.
Even Ning Yue, whose temperament was usually indifferent, could not help loosening her grip.
The Training Hall fell completely silent.
They looked at the bare hilt in Bai Qixue's hand and exchanged glances.
In their impression, Bai Qixue had never suffered a loss in the way of the sword.
Even if her opponent wielded a divine weapon while she had only a blunted practice blade, Bai Qixue should not have allowed