Slice...
The entire lake surface trembled, and the massive water flow composed of saber Qi surged into the sky with Luo Feng at the center, as if a gigantic water tornado, with torrential rain pouring down around.
And Luo Feng stood calmly with his saber at the center of the water tornado, motionless.
"What kind of saber technique is this..."
Watching Luo Feng, Ling Qingwu involuntarily took a deep breath.
Luo Feng held the saber and stood still on the lake surface, unmoving like a mountain, while the surrounding water flows seemed like roaring, raging rivers, with a dominating momentum.
A mountain remains unmoving for millennia, while water flows for centuries. These extremely dynamic and extremely static intents are fundamentally different and should not appear simultaneously.
Yet at this moment, both intents alternated on Luo Feng, like the evolution of the seasons, spring giving life, autumn bringing death, creating an unfathomable feeling.
