The sword qi soared into the sky and filled the entire city with hanging swords!
On the River Gathering Building.
An Le put down the cup and pressed his palm against the Ink Pool Sword at his waist. This sword that he had nurtured to the fifth-grade was now trembling non-stop, as if it wanted to listen to the call of the female Sword God. It tore through the air and joined the sword team that was hovering in Jiangling Prefecture.
Green Mountain didn't move. Clearly, Green Mountain wasn't affected by this female Sword God's sword intent.
A breeze blew over slowly, sweeping over the old man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Zhao Huangting, to smash the wine pot filled with Bamboo Green Leaf's fragrance. The fragrance floated in all directions and was incomparably intoxicating.
Facing the powerful cultivators who had suddenly attacked just as Li You'an left,
An Le thought that the old man might be forced to reveal his trump card.
