This is trust!
If it had been the previous Sword Faction, Zhu Minglang believed that his head would have been repeatedly stabbed into a hornet's nest, and the sword in his hand would still be lying comfortably on the ground after he let go.
Nowadays, Zhu Minglang was not only a Sword Master of the Sword Faction but also of the Flying Sword Faction, with swordsmanship that was even more tricky and unpredictable!
When he reopened his eyes, the Sword Spirit Dragon had already returned to the palm of his hand, and Black Scythe Wu Luan had been knocked back several steps. Zhu Minglang took the opportunity to lunge forward, the sword frictioning in mid-air and igniting into intense sword fire.
The sword fire, like a red swimming dragon, displayed its might and dominance as Zhu Minglang advanced and danced forward.
