The night falls!
In the small courtyard.
The sword's edge flowed, and throughout the courtyard, the entire area was filled with sword light, with sword shadows everywhere.
Ye Qingchen contemplated in his mind.
He suddenly turned his right hand.
A sword shadow, moving extremely fast, pierced through the void like lightning.
"This is the First Form, Chasing Lightning!"
Then.
The sword shadow transitioned, slowly surging forth, its posture was slow yet resembled a towering mountain, wherever it passed, it crushed everything like dry weeds and rotten wood.
"This is the Second Form, Mountain Collapse!"
At the end.
This sword erupted even more fiercely.
Infinite sword light shimmered like stars in the sky, illuminating this night intimately, as if to drown everything.
"This is the Third Form, Explosive Annihilation!"
