"The Wind Sword Intent! I understand now!"
Gu Sheng immediately stood up and walked to the edge of the Sword Qi Wind Cave. He picked up the wooden sword beside his robe, his gaze blazing. He closed his eyes again, recalling the wind sword intent he had just comprehended. The wooden sword in his hand began to sway gently.
As the wooden sword danced, a trace of breeze emanated from it. The grass nearby bent low, and the tree leaves swayed, making soft rustling sounds. Suddenly, the wooden sword in his hand trembled. With another slash, the breeze intensified tenfold. A gust of wind immediately took shape. When Gu Sheng opened his eyes, a surge of killing intent radiated. As the sword qi enveloped the wooden sword, he swung it again.
"Gale Nine Swords!"
