This situation lasted for ten days. On the tenth day, Chu Ming opened his eyes, looked at the withered tree in front of him, and a confident smile flashed in his eyes. He suddenly took his sword in hand and slashed at the withered tree.
At this moment, the wind seemed to stop, time stood still, countless green sword auras shot out from Chu Ming's hand, leaving rippling marks in the space as if water waves had frozen.
Puff puff puff...
The withered tree, which could be hugged by one person, directly turned into powder and scattered in the air with the breeze, disappearing without a trace. This was a move Chu Ming comprehended from training the thirty-six sword techniques, containing the Wind Realm and Rain Realm. He had just slightly exhibited a bit of it, and if he used the Silver Light Sword to perform it, its power would completely not be weaker than the Starfire Swordsmanship, possibly even stronger, enough to be Chu Ming's trump card now.
