Jiang Quanfu was shocked at the sight. He suddenly felt that the connection between the Flying Sword and his instinct had been disrupted. After that, he was unable to connect with the Flying Sword. Regardless of how hard he tried, it didn't have any reaction at all.
That Mo Wen had actually seized his Flying Sword, how could that be possible!?
Jiang Quanfu looked at that figure, which had just sprang up, in inconsolable shock. He couldn't imagine how exactly this could have happened.
When had it been possible for someone to seize the Flying Spirit Sword?
"Old hick, die then!"
Mo Wen arrived, leaping in the air and curling his lips into a cold smile. Originally, he had less than sixty percent confidence in his ability to kill an ancient martial arts practitioner in the Embryonic Breathing realm. But now, he was almost ninety percent confident!
