The surface of the longsword in Han Yang’s hands seemed to crack open on the surface. The crack became increasingly obvious and flashed with red light that resembled long rivers of blood. Behind the layers of thick black mist, the blade became less and less visible and all that could be seen was the streaks of flashing red light.
Zhao Mingxiu could feel that her connection with the Red Sky Sword had been completely severed, and the sword mind and sword Qi embodied within the Red Sky Sword had disappeared as well. All that was left was a ferocious black sword that was vastly different from what it was before.
Han Yang was calm as he gripped the hilt of the black sword, titled it to the side and knocked away the Green Void Sword that was still in the air.
Zhao Mingxiu retrieved the dull-looking Green Void Sword as she bit her lip tightly and glared at the black longsword in Han Yang’s hands.
