C398 The Rhythm of the Wind

The sword, the sword, the wind.

The sword force was sharp and domineering, killing one person with each step. The wind force was silent and you couldn't feel its existence, but it was everywhere.

At this moment, Lin Feng, who had completely immersed himself in comprehension, quietly felt the aura of the wind. Strands of it floated around his body, as if there was a special rhythm to it