"Open," Xiao ran made his move.
He stomped his right foot and a golden light shot out, landing on the pile of broken stones. In an instant, the broken stones disappeared, revealing the 12th sword buried under it.
At this moment.
His appearance was very miserable. His hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood, and even his clothes were torn and tattered. He looked like a beggar.
He grabbed at the air.
He grabbed him from below and placed him on the ground.
She squatted down and checked his condition.
"He's still alive after suffering such heavy injuries?" Xiao ran was slightly surprised.
The pure spiritual power condensed into a thread and entered his body to check his specific situation.
The terrifying sword Qi was like an ocean, unfathomably deep. It was hidden in his body. His blood, flesh, bones, and so on were everywhere. Rather than calling him a human, it was better to call him a moving sword.
This was especially true for his dantian.
