"Well..." Wang Sheng pondered for a while, but couldn't tell the reason there, so he could only say one sentence: "The difference between the method of the sword."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Xu Zhongliang suddenly burst into laughter, walked forward with his hands behind his back, made a gesture of invitation to Wang Sheng, and said with a smile: "Let's talk while walking. This is my unique secret, and I can't be heard by these people."

The observers on the side also knew the rules and saluted the two and then dispersed.

"Actually, this is the new sword technique I have learned in recent tens of thousands of years." Xu Zhongliang opened his left hand, and strands of sand and soil flew over, gathering into a sand and soil flying sword.

But his palm shook slightly, and the sand and soil all dissipated, but in his palm, there was another nearly completely transparent flying sword.

"This is……"

"Sword Soul," Xu Zhongliang sighed, "This is the last piece of the puzzle of sword control. It was not compiled back then and passed it to my disciples, otherwise they could survive more people."

Wang Sheng was silent for a while, staring at the sword soul, a little confused.

But he knew that Xu Zhongliang took it out and wanted to teach it to him.

When I think of the power of the sand and soil flying sword just now, combined with the sharpness of my own flying cloud sword...
Chapter completed!