"Go!"
Ye Feng casually tossed the flying sword, which turned like a meteor in the sky before swiftly flying back into his palm.
Holding the sword, Ye Feng felt a surge of pride well up inside him.
Compared to silver needles and the long whip he got from Qin Ming, this flying sword was truly the weapon that suited him best.
With this sword, even masters at the mid-Heaven Level would not be feared, and he could even contend with those at the late and peak Heaven Level!
Those Ancient Martial Artists better pray they don't provoke this young master; otherwise, their blood would make the perfect offering for my sword.
However, Ye Feng felt a tinge of regret that the current flying sword, though extraordinary, was still only a sword embryo and far from the flying swords described in the Medical God's Heart Sutra.
