"the Heavenly Blade Tribe was right—his Flying Sword Technique really doesn't need blood as a medium..." The gaunt young man's eyes gleamed with constant surprise as he stared at Lin Bai ahead, as though he had spotted a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!
That flying sword, wreathed in blood-colored light, had been knocked back by Lin Bai's two flying swords. It wobbled as it flew back to the gaunt man's side, where he gripped it once more. His gaze sharpened again.
Lin Bai's two flying swords, after blocking the numerous blood-colored sword rays, flew steadily around him, rising and falling through the air.
"Flying Sword Technique... How come I didn't know that Kunxu Disciples also knew the Flying Sword Technique? Could it be one of the Kunxu Seventy-Two Arts?" Lin Bai held the Demon Sword and looked at the gaunt man with interest as he asked curiously.
The gaunt man's voice remained hoarse as he said coldly, "The Kunxu Li family is merely a group of outsiders, though their ancestors did indeed obtain quite a few fortuitous encounters and blessings."
"But with such a vast Kunxu Mountain, and the countless opportunities that existed back then, how could the Kunxu Li family swallow them all by themselves?"
"The Kunxu Seventy-Two Arts are ultimately only seventy-two arts!"
the gaunt man said coldly.
Lin Bai smiled. "So, does that mean the Flying Sword Technique you use is on par with the Kunxu Seventy-Two Arts?"
The gaunt man remained silent, only smiling faintly at the corner of his mouth. That smile clearly showed how confident and proud he was of his Flying Sword Technique!
Lin Bai smiled. "But your Flying Sword Technique also has a fatal flaw. Haven't you noticed?"
"Every time you use it, you need a massive amount of blood to control