Sealing his sword?
Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.
What did this mean?
There was no one there to explain it to him.
"No, no, no."
The masked man shook his head repeatedly, raised two fingers, and drew a line in the air.
His Sword Fingers swam past, slicing up the air itself.
"Does this even count as sealing the sword?" He asked.
"This is just sword energy." Gou Wuyue's voice was low as he spoke.
"What about this?"
The masked man pulled out a snow-white greatsword and slashed through the air.
This time, the sword energy tore through space, separating the two sides, as if it was cutting this place into two worlds.
Xu Xiaoshou watched from behind, his teeth aching.
Epitaph of City Snow, Su Qianqian's sword.
How could he have the nerve to take it out?
Oh, he was the Eighth Sword Deity, Bazhun'an, so it was fine..
Gou Wuyue's eyes narrowed, and he said again, "This, is not your sword."
