When countless radiant streaks rose from the distant horizon within the illusion, flying over like a swarm of meteors, Zhang Xiaohua stared dumbfounded. He had never been so delighted before!
Those flying streaks of light were none other than flying swords!
Indeed, the meteor-like flying swords were all flying toward Zhang Xiaohua from not far away!
This sight might have been ordinary enough, but in Zhang Xiaohua's eyes, it was entirely different.
Ever since he had learned to wield a flying sword, acquired a few nameless sword moves from Old Yu, and used his divine sense to control Dream Chaser, he had managed to make it look quite convincing. Yet in the underground hall of Nameless Mountain Villa, a martial arts master had actually caught Dream Chaser in his hand. Later, Zhang Xiaohua obtained the Dream Weaving Sword Technique, further enriching his flying-sword techniques and gradually allowing him to attack opponents from different angles. But that was still far from enough. Before Xi Mujun, the chief disciple of Ruijin Hall, his flying sword had actually been broken apart, unable even to get close to him.
This... did not seem to match the reputation of Immortal Dao flying swords. Even Zhang Xiaohua himself had secretly been puzzled. After thinking it over countless times, he could only blame it on his shallow learning and failure to grasp the true essence of the flying sword.
But when he saw the flying swords filling the sky today, enlightenment poured over him like clarified butter. He finally understood that he had been wrong from the very beginning—wrong beyond all repair.
Immortal Dao flying swords had never fought enemies move for move like martial arts flying swords. Although he controlled his flying sword with divine sense, the techniques he had learned had all been transformed by