"Clang!"
A crisp sound suddenly rang out, then it seemed that the empty-handed Ye Xunhuan suddenly had a sharp sword in his hand.
Under the sunlight, the sword emitted a dazzling cold brilliance, as if it weren't a mere sword, but the scythe of death!
"Die!"
As soon as the word "die" was uttered, the sharp sword in Ye Xunhuan's hand immediately swung out.
At this moment, all the murderous intent in Ye Xunhuan's body seemed to condense on the sword in his hand, causing the sword to shine brilliantly as it slashed down!
"Whoosh!"
When Ye Xunhuan slashed the sword down, a cyan blade of light more than five feet long suddenly appeared in mid-air, accompanied by the thunderous sound of breaking through the air, hurtling down upon Yan Jinglin's head with unstoppable force!
