Hearing this, Shang Long suddenly laughed out loud. "That's right, but if the sword lives, I will live too!" As he laughed, other than his head and heart that he was protecting, the rest of Shang Long's body was shattered.
His shattered and falling body suddenly turned into physical sword lights.
"Shui Zhi, come and receive my sword. Sword of Death!"
The sword light formed by countless necrotic bodies suddenly gathered into a sword stream and slashed at Shui Zhi from afar. Seeing the sword lights slashing over like a torrent, Shui Zhi was not afraid at all. He waved his sleeve, and an ice storm swept up, shattering the sword lights that were flying over.
"Shang Long, your Sword of Death is only so-so! It's fine if you don't want this kind of Sword Dao." Shui Zhi took the opportunity to attack Shang Long.
