beside the dried-up immortal spring, bai wushang was on guard.
in the process of absorbing the angel's inheritance, xing was destined to be unable to be distracted.
if a relic or holy beast attacked at this point, it would probably have to smash the relics and utensils in order to gain precious time.
fortunately, everything was calm.
about half an hour later, the four-winged glass sword angel stood up with a sword on its right waist.
it was a brown curved sword that looked a little like a sickle, but it was too ferocious.
there was a semi-circular handguard on the outside of the hilt, and on the hilt were three pairs of sand wings in full bloom, full of a steady and heavy sword dao aura.
" this is the power law of the 'six-winged sandstorm holy angel', one of the 66 ancient holy angels. "
" it's fine. " xing spoke directly and demonstrated on the spot, " with this sword, i can create a sandstorm and achieve an area-of-effect attack. "
