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A youth in a green robe was carefreely gliding above the pine forest, occasionally tapping a pine branch with his toes, his figure swinging out over ten zhangs.
The sky was azure, the pine forest a deep green.
The green-robed youth's face was like crown jade, his eyes like gemstones, gleaming brilliantly as he looked around.
At this moment, a faint shadow suddenly and silently flitted over.
As if he had sensed it beforehand, his figure swayed aside by a foot. By the time the shadow neared, he had already moved a foot and a half away.
The shadow was a flying knife, too fast to clearly see the blade, leaving only a blurry image.
As he moved horizontally, the flying knife suddenly twisted, speeding up abruptly and pierced through him.
But it was his shadow that the flying knife pierced through.
It continued to shoot forward, penetrating a pine tree, emerging out and drilling through two more, embedding in the fourth one.
