Chu Yi was completely immersed in the swordsmanship, his eyes closed, his ears exceptionally keen.
Clang!
With the sound of the longsword's clang, a longsword appeared in Chu Yi's hand.
His eyes suddenly opened.
His hands danced with sword qi, again and again, in a process so prolonged that Chu Yi unknowingly went through another two days.
The longsword in Chu Yi's hand was sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes emitted a thunderous sound, and sometimes was very dull.
Moving like a rabbit, stationary like a virgin.
Graceful like a startled swan, elegant like a swimming dragon.
Unknowingly, it reached the ninth day as Yang Dingtian had set.
Situ Nan was the first to stand up, shouting to everyone, "It's the last day, let's go, hurry up."
His voice was much stronger than before.
Needless to say, these nine days must have taught him a lot.
Liu Yi also stood up.
