I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them?

The treasured sword was pulsating, it was raging, merged with his heartbeat, merged with his will.

Draw the sword! Draw the sword! Draw the sword!

An unprecedentedly strong feeling surged in his heart. The anger was transmitted to the treasured sword. The treasured sword at his waist was also filled with rage, eager to unsheathe, to cut off all enemies.

“Die for me!”

The Blood Spirit Child thrust his blade out.

At that very moment, he saw Meng Chong gripping the hilt of the sword at his waist, and then, a flash of sword light burst forth.

An overbearing sword intent roared out, and it seemed as though the heavens and earth changed color.

The pressure that was oppressing Meng Chong was, at this moment, instantly crushed.

Meng Chong drew his sword. His eyes slightly closed, his heart and sword merged as one, sword and intent combined. At this moment, it was as though only this mighty sword existed between heaven and earth!

The Sword Soul Awakens!