On the Mo Blade Army's drill ground stood ranks upon ranks of soldiers, interlocking like the teeth of a hound.
Bare-chested, powerfully built men gripped great mo dao over a zhang long. The foremost rank shouted, their exhaled breath turning to mist as they suddenly swept their blades sideways.
A fierce wind surged outward, kicking up dust. Now and then, dozens of pale, crescent-shaped blade energies emerged, flying with the blades, tearing through the air with ear-piercing shrieks.
Some blade energies even left the weapons entirely, becoming air blades that flew a zhang away before stopping.
Li Qingxian nodded lightly. Sending a blade a zhang away was the basic requirement.
Only when the blades could fly three zhang could the Mo Blade Army display its terror.
After swinging once, the front-rank soldiers swiftly retreated.
The instant the front rank swung their blades, the second rank stepped forward through the gaps. As the two ranks brushed past each other, the second-rank soldiers planted their left feet, gave a low shout, and slashed from right to left.
The third rank stepped forward, and the second rank retreated...
The soldiers moved in cycles of ten ranks, endlessly slashing, drawing back their blades, retreating, standing firm, and gathering their breath...
After drilling the retreating slash, they began drilling the advancing slash, with different formations taking turns.
Even mere Lower Rank soldiers could unleash blade energy. The price was that they needed a long time to gather their breath and build momentum, but once they formed a sufficient scale and became proficient through drill, they would surely reach the Mo Blade Army's ultimate state.
They would advance like a wall, rending both men and horses apart.
The Entry Rank and non-Entry Rank Mo Blade Armies were two entirely different armies.
Li Qingxian narrowed his eyes