Condensing Light Long Sword was in Xiao Mo's hand.
Every time Xiao Mo swung it, its crimson glow left a fleeting afterimage in the air.
And the longer Xiao Mo used it, the better the Condensing Light Long Sword became at gently nourishing the Spiritual Energy inside him.
Even the excessively sharp Sword Qi seemed to be softly sheathed by the sword, preventing it from damaging Xiao Mo's Spiritual Meridian and giving him better control over it.
There was no denying it: Fairy Jiang of the Myriad Sword Sect had given him a truly fine gift.
With this sword and his current talent, Xiao Mo was confident he could break through into Foundation Establishment within four months.
Just as Xiao Mo was becoming more and more adept at practicing the Grass Character Sword Art, and was even gradually entering the Dao, sinking into a state of complete self-forgetfulness, a white streak of sword light fell before him.
Xiao Mo did not stop. He met the white Sword Light head-on.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The white sword clashed with the Condensing Light Long Sword in Xiao Mo's hand.
Both of them were using the Grass Character Sword Art.
The woman had also suppressed her cultivation to the Eighth Layer of Qi Refining Realm.
But compared to Xiao Mo, her every move was far more composed, almost nonchalant.
Before long, though, a flicker of surprise passed through her eyes, and she gradually grew serious.
"Shing!"
After fifty exchanges, the woman knocked the sword from Xiao Mo's hand with a single stroke.
The sword plunged into the ground, shattering the tiles as its blade rang with a tremor.
The woman's sword was already at Xiao Mo's throat.
She furrowed her brows slightly. Holding her sword, she tapped the pressure points on either side of