It was a cold and rainy night.
A man carrying seven sabers came to the ten Mile slope.
He didn't even look at the lantern monsters with ghostly flames. As soon as the lantern monster got close, it was crushed by an invisible saber Qi.
He was cold, his blade was cold, his heart was cold, his blood was cold.
Those who offended the seven sects shivered in the cold.
Then, he felt a little strange.
As a martial artist, his body was immune to the cold and heat.
Even if they ran to the top of the coldest iceberg in the North, took off all their clothes, shaved their hair, and were truly naked, drinking cold sour plum soup while Fanning themselves, they would not be affected by the cold at all.
A chill that could make a martial artist of this level feel, unless it was from a magical power, or from the inside out.
Now, Xuanji felt a chill in his heart.
It was a situation he had never encountered before.
