Endless Sword Qi echoed in the sky, as the sword was slowly drawn from its scabbard.
"Clang,"
At this moment, myriad sword shadows slashed through half the firmament, and the surrounding space emitted a "crack" sound, fracturing under the weight of this force.
The sword in Jiang Yun's hand was not overly long, just over two feet, with the entire blade a pale blue.
The hilt was pitch black, looking extremely delicate.
As he slowly swung the longsword in his hand, endless Sword Qi surged like the giant waves of a tsunami, striking down with unmatched power.
With a "boom," nearly a hundred of the Undying Race were annihilated within the Sword Qi.
The sky was still filled with dancing Sword Qi, shrouding the whole world within it.
The others around stepped back in fear witnessing such might, looking up at the figure in the sky with a mix of awe and horror.
Jiang Yun walked on air, his white clothing fluttering, his body surrounded by formidable Sword Qi.
