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Blood Rain Cult, Listening Sword Courtyard!
Ye Qinghong wore a fitted blue outfit, his hair in a high ponytail, as he practiced his swordsmanship.
Fallen leaves drifted around him, his movements so agile, his expression so cold.
Just like the killing chill of autumn!
Swish!
His sword moved without a trace. He opened his eyes and instantly slashed.
The sword flashed through the dark night like a bright moon.
It cleaved even the darkness in two.
It struck countless falling leaves!
The leaves paused slightly, then slowly drifted down.
The instant they landed on the ground, they all split into two.
The cut edges were smooth.
Every one had been severed by a single stroke.
Yet even so, Ye Qinghong remained deeply dissatisfied.
"Did I still fail?"
He murmured, his brows tightly knitted, deeply dissatisfied with that stroke.
According to the sword manual!
Once the God-Shocking Sword was mastered, a single slash could leave only a shallow mark on each of countless falling leaves.
And he had clearly failed just now.
Yet he could not quite figure out exactly where he had failed.
He had clearly digested the sword manual completely.
But whenever he practiced, he always felt a barrier.
No matter what he did, he could not grasp its essence.
It was truly quite strange.
For someone with the Swordborn Physique and a Glazed Sword Heart, this was something that should have been all but impossible.
Ever since childhood, he had mastered any sword technique as soon as he practiced it. There had never been one he could not learn.
Much less anything like this.
Practicing again and again, yet gaining nothing.
"What on earth is going on? Where exactly did I go wrong?"
Ye Qinghong murmured, then suddenly recalled the Demon Venerable's words.
"Only by falling