Since he got this attribute, this was the first time he officially used the sword.
The spiritual fog of Ziwei Peak fell gently, with the clouds drifting in midair. Han Ye, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, stood in the center, his long hair scattered with the fog.
He tried hard to recall the scenes of Chu Xianyu unsheathing her sword, that razor-sharp penetration, the indescribable and unfathomable sword intent, and the feeling of it genuinely appearing before him.
True Qi around Han Ye transformed into a whirl and converged towards his right hand, which held the sword.
The smooth peak and valley started to wind.
But this wind was not blowing towards Han Ye, but rather towards the spiritual sword in the green scabbard in his hand.
Crack -
He abruptly unsheathed his sword!
In the vast mountain valleys, an astonishing sword qi and lightning appeared, pressing down on the sharp edges of the peak.
