Qin Hao summoned the Xuanyuan Sword and struck directly at the Sword Intent.
Boom.
A loud blast sent Qin Hao flying back. He staggered, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.
This caused Qin Hao's complexion to change drastically. This place was like a Demon Land, utterly terrifying. He had just entered and had already suffered two horrifying attacks, each stronger than the last.
Qin Hao's eyes were sharp. He saw a rusted and broken sword at the spot where he had landed, clearly the source of the Sword Intent that had just attacked him.
This made Qin Hao click his tongue in wonder. Whose sword was this originally? It was already broken, and after so long, corroded and rusty, yet still so terrifying.
It was just a Sword Intent, and it nearly gravely injured him.
Had it not been for the Xuanyuan Sword, Qin Hao would undoubtedly have been seriously injured.
At that moment, Qin Hao's expression changed slightly—he sensed that someone had entered the area.
