"Xiaoxiao, lend me your Destiny Sword!"
"Young Master could take it freely!"
Jiang Yuan raised his hand and beckoned, a sword light rushed out from Shu Xiaoxiao's body, appeared in his hand, and transformed into a sword about three-feet-three-inch long.
This sword is Shu Xiaoxiao's Destiny Sword, which is entirely pitch black.
On the pitch-black body of the sword, countless stars are spread, with those stars slowly flowing across the surface.
At this moment, the Destiny Sword of Shu Xiaoxiao was held in his hand, as if he was holding a galaxy.
Since it fused with the core essence of the galaxy, this sword is no less than a supreme spiritual weapon.
Now, with the growth of her cultivation, this sword has raised to another level.
Holding this sword, Jiang Yuan said to them: "You two wait for me here, do not go out."
"Young Master, rest assured!"
Jiang Yuan nodded his head.
With one move of his figure, he instantly disappeared from the place.
In the sky.
