Be careful of the bamboo?
When Han Zhan heard this sentence, without needing to think, everything before his eyes had already given him the answer.
The originally gentle breeze, with bamboo leaves rustling, presented a tranquil, serene bamboo forest.
But once Han Zhan set foot in it, everything changed drastically.
The bamboo to his right suddenly attacked him.
Bamboo shadows like swords.
Han Zhan reflexively lifted his sword to block, a strangely familiar feeling lingered in his heart.
Is this the technique of the eerie shadow?
Having encountered the eerie shadow countless times, Han Zhan was thoroughly familiar with those techniques.
Clang, clang, clang!
The Moonlight Longsword clashed with the lush green bamboo.
These bamboos, of unknown species, were harder than metal or stone, sparking many fiery sparks that lit up Han Zhan's pupils.
Han Zhan calmed down, adjusting his breath's rhythm.
