Before the Destructive God Claw could be recalled, the old man had a short knife in his hand, infused with mana, fiercely slashing at Wang Jixuan.
The two figures crossed each other!
Wang Jixuan's left hand produced a 'decorative sword' seemingly made of yellow crystal stone.
An aura of antiquity, elegance, and serenity faintly surrounded the sword.
Indeed, the sword seemed to possess an air, like a lady in a yellow dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella, stepping on auspicious clouds wander at the horizon with sorrow.
Immortal Artifact: Moonlight Sword!
Wang Jixuan narrowly avoided the gray-haired elder's swipe, the longsword spun around his palm, the sword trace passed through the elder's chest, and his figure circled emerging several hundred feet behind the elder.
Right in the stunned eyes of the nine Dark Sect members;
Right in the breath-holding observation of the ground observers;
