At this moment.
Han Yi shifted his gaze from the ascending Black Light Sword and looked at the cold and stern cultivator sitting in the void.
The other party was clearly filled with murderous intent, seemingly wanting to take advantage of the moment while his strongest magic weapon was away from him and kill him.
Moreover, he didn't know who the other party was.
Since he didn't know them, and the two magic weapons didn't have the unique aura of a Daqian cultivator, it meant that this person had no scruples about killing him.
Han Yi's eyes flickered, and he sneered.
Truth be told, ever since he left Xuanxue Peak, he had been holding his breath all the way.
Why was it that whenever he just wanted to quietly cultivate, there were always people forcing him to kill?
With a wave of his hand, the climbing Black Light broken sword began to fall downwards.
At the same time.
