"Let's start!"

Taking a deep breath, Su Yin slashed over with a knife.

...

Liu Yiyi, who had hidden her figure, couldn't help but look in the direction where the sound came out.

Not far away, a young man holding a hatchet stood quietly in his place, a trace of the true meaning of the Holy Yuan was scattered from his body. In an instant, the figure merged into nature and into the great way. It seemed that he was the only one in the world.

Like an immortal, like a saint!

The hatchet fell, without any true energy fluctuations, and there was no trace of magic power. It drew a perfect arc in the air, as if the avenue was revealed.

The trunk was cut off like tofu, and the wound was extremely flat, like a polished stone slab.

After several consecutive knives, the dead tree that had not yet fallen completely immediately turned into neat pieces of firewood, each piece of which was equal in thickness and was not bad at all, which was more accurate than machine cutting.

Hurry!

Fall on the ground and piled together.

"Okay, what a clever sword technique..."
Chapter completed!