"This sword is named the Nine Cycles Mysterious Separation Sword! It was plundered from a major sect of the Human Clan and has been refined by the power of our bloodline, reaching even the Holy Artifact level!"
Yain Xue's gaze coldly fixed on Ling Feng, the chilling voice spilling from his mouth.
Ling Feng looked up, the silver sword in Yain Xue's hand catching his eye, a faint smile gracing his lips as he said, "Oh, you really focus on practicing the upper sword without touching the lower sword, skipping the golden sword straight to the silver sword. You who merge with the sword are indeed just a bitch with a sword!"
Despite everything, the foundation of this Yain Xue is indeed profound, unfortunately meeting Ling Feng, such a, freak!
"Don't flaunt the power of your tongue!"
Fire of anger surged in Yain Xue's eyes, his face turning cold, and a rush of demon essence exploded as he thrust a sword forward, attacking Ling Feng fiercely.
