In the valley, Bai Yu advanced, flying upward with a golden longsword in his hand. Dressed in white, his attire fluttered as he maintained a serious expression, yet he showed no sign of nervousness.
"Please."
As his refined voice fell, he had already thrust his sword. Golden light surged like a tide, Sword Force pressing down, filling the valley with the loud hum of sword energy.
On the perimeter of the valley, Han Yi's eyes gleamed.
This longsword was teeming with Power of Immortal Spirit, clearly a remarkable Immortal Sword, and undoubtedly strong among its kind.
What's more essential was that with the Immortal Sword Spirit, Bai Yu's control over the Immortal Sword was extremely potent.
