"Where is Bazhun'an!"
The Daluo Nine Heaven Shengxuan Sword, not yet in hand, suddenly soared through the sky.
The Green Scale Ridge in hand shook, also departing the palm, worshipping from afar in mid-air.
The burlap sack swung, clanging.
Xiao Kongtong's pupils abruptly tightened, forcefully pull it back, the divine patterns on the sack lit up, and the contents inside seemed to lose their vitality, returning to silence.
He looked northward in disbelief.
Clang—
In just a moment of distraction, the Kongtong Formless Sword, nurtured within the body for so long, autonomously broke free without command.
"Return!"
Xiao Kongtong extended his hand to summon his saber back, barely managing to call it back, he was shocked.
I am a Sword Deity...
Though he never actively spoke this sentence.
Xiao Kongtong knows his current Ancient Sword Technique level is, within the five regions, on what position.
Not the first tier, that's Xu Xiaoshou, the older generation.
