"Was this the power of a famed sword?"
Xu Xiaoshou sheathed his sword, even he himself startled by his own results.
If he had been using Hidden Pain, then no matter how powerful his Master Sword Will was at this moment, he would have been doomed to fail at cutting down every White Skeleton here with a single stroke.
He probably would have struggled immensely even to cut off one of them with a single sword.
If he used Sword Will, the Ten-Stage Sword Finger might perhaps inflict some damage.
But to achieve the results before him, without a famed sword, he would probably have had to use that Sword Thought from the scruffy uncle.
Yet with just one Yanmang...
Xu Xiaoshou turned and stared beneath the small earthen mound at the skeletal corpses that had crashed to the ground and now lay utterly motionless. For a moment, he was so shaken that he did not know what to say.
That single move, "West Wind Withers Snow," had merely pushed his current sword speed to its utmost limit.
In terms of attack power alone, it was even several notches weaker than the Sword-Draw Form.
Yet under the enhancement of a famed sword, such a strike had slain thirty-six White Skeletons with Master bodies on the spot!
"Too powerful!"
At that moment, Xu Xiaoshou completely understood why every sword cultivator yearned so desperately for famed swords.
Even the most ordinary swordsman, once he obtained a famed sword, would have every sword technique amplified to a terrifying degree, would he not? Not to mention that Xu Xiaoshou was an authentic ancient sword cultivator! "Collect the seeds, collect the seeds!"
After spacing out briefly, Xu Xiaoshou patted Yu Zhiwen on the head as she crouched there clutching it, then leaped down and began