"Boom—"
In the next moment, the flames overlapped and rose again.
The halos intersected and turned into a prairie fire beacon.
Five Mystic Sword Technique, Fire Beacon.
Every time a sword technique was displayed, a phantom would be killed.
Han Muye's sword in hand became faster and faster.
"Buzz!"
Not far away, a pillar of light shattered. Then, the pillar of light overlapped with the one on Han Muye's body, and two phantoms appeared.
But as soon as those illusions appeared, they were shattered by his sword.
The sword light seemed to be a wandering dragon, crossing mountains and rivers with each shimmer.
"Decisive judgment!"
"This person is really born for the Sword Dao!"
"The true meaning of the Sword Dao can only be seen with such a strike!"
In front of countless light screens, powerful individuals focused their gaze on Han Muye.
