At this moment, he had drawn the "famous sword," striding forward while simultaneously slicing down with a swipe!
The ghostly blue famous sword cut out a ghostly blue Sword Light, and the air even carried a faint, eerie fragrance.
The Sword Light was like a crescent moon, slashing towards the crescent-shaped young maiden.
Just as the sharp Sword Light was about to split the maiden, Ziyu suddenly felt a strong sense of reluctance.
When something exquisitely beautiful is shattered, it always causes a heartache, especially when it's such a beautiful young lady.
If Murong were here, they would probably be hugging Duan Yun's leg, pleading with him to spare her and cherish her.
Yes, because the girl on the flower tree is just too beautiful.
Unfortunately, the Demon Blade is relentless, and in a flash, it was about to strike the maiden's neck.
But at that moment, the flower buds on the tree suddenly bloomed, like wide-open mouths, spraying out thick nectar.
