The Cross Sword crumbled inch by inch.
Falling to the ground, it made a crisp crashing sound, ultimately turning into a pile of scrap iron.
The fragments of the sword fell, each crisp sound seemed to pierce into the hearts of the crowd.
Many couldn't help but shiver.
Especially those Black Iron Knights who came with Deng Ken, their legs went soft.
Across.
The hand holding the sword hilt of Deng Ken was trembling intensely!
His astonished face was gradually replaced by waves of fear!
He was fully aware of the power behind his sword.
The force of the Cross Sword's slash was formidable enough that even Bronze Knights of the same level dared not face it directly!
In front.
However, Lin Tian had simply pinched his Cross Sword between his two fingers and broke it!
To what extent must this kind of power be terrifying?
Deng Ken realized at this moment that they had hit a brick wall!
"May I ask, who exactly are you?"
