The sword light races, casting undulating, graceful ripples nonstop.
The Changchong Sword Intention seeks a modest and peaceful heart, commanding the sense of indifference and tranquillity, infinitely high, and its usage is inexhaustible.
The mysterious man's Changchong Sword Intention matches Lu Bei in momentum, but the realm it contains far surpasses that of Lu Bei. At a glance, one can tell who is real and who is not.
Both are fake.
Lin Buyan is not like that.
Zhao Zihao and the others stand dumbfounded, unconsciously stepping back. In such a small barren mountain, there are two sword experts impersonating Lin Buyan.
That's unbelievable!
"Impossible!"
Lu Bei widened his eyes; he did not know what was going on with the Heavenly Sword Sect. As for the entire Lingxiao Sword Sect, when it comes to the Changchong Sword Intention, apart from his senior sister Bai Jin, the others, no matter how many there were, are all beneath him.
