The blood-stained longsword fragment was tightly gripped by Ye Xuan.
At this moment, Ye Xuan's expression was extremely solemn. He subtly moved his hand, slightly tilting the sharp fragment of the longsword, maintaining a high state of alertness, ready at any moment to respond to Wan Hai's fierce attack.
Wan Hai let out a sinister "hehe" laugh, and the Clear Cold Sword in his hand, under the illumination of the blood moon, emanated a chilling aura.
"Go!"
In Wan Hai's desiccated eyes, a few traces of coldness flickered by.
The Cold Sword in his hand made a "clang" sound, releasing a clear and bright sword howl.
As the sword howl subsided, a piercing cold sword radiance went "swish," tearing through the black starry sky, shooting straight towards Ye Xuan.
This sword radiance was dazzling and resplendent, how brilliant under the blood-colored moonlight!
