He zhengdao's gaze fell on Ling Chuxi's Luo Chen sword. The sword's body was wide and could even be said to be a little ugly. No matter how he looked at it, it looked more like a vegetable knife than a long sword. It looked extremely funny.
However, Fang xingzhi didn't laugh or underestimate it at all. He could feel the spiritual fluctuations that were far stronger than the average spirit sword, as well as the killing intent that had been honed through life-and-death battles.
Could it be that the power of that sword was because of this sword? Just like everyone else, Fang xingzhi did not believe that Ling Chuxi would have the ability to kill Chao Qing with a single strike at such a young age. After all, her true cultivation level was only at the early stages of mystique venerable rank.
