Huan mie's expression was extremely serious as he slowly raised his hand. With a flash of light, a short bronze blade appeared. It was a foot and a half long and covered with teeth.
"This blade is called Wuxuan."
He introduced the saber calmly, his eyes filled with love. His left hand gently stroked the blade.
The black saber let out a joyful cry and became bright. Symbols surged and occasionally jumped into the sky, flickering.
As his aura grew stronger, the world fell into a state of law. As his divine sense swept over the area, his body and Wu Xuan became one.
Bo Yuqing's eyes were cold and he didn't say anything. He just slowly pulled out his sword from his waist, and an extremely strong force surged out of his body, forming a vortex around him.
Yunxiao's heart trembled. He was very familiar with the strange power outside Bo Yuqing's sword intent. It was the powerful force of aegirine.
