"Eh, the art of sword control!"
Liu Ming narrowed his eyes in surprise, not expecting the white-haired elder to be a sword cultivator, and quite proficient in the art of sword control.
However, with his keen eyes, the moment the elder made a move, he discerned that the flying sword was merely a top-grade spiritual weapon, not some spirit-possessed flying sword.
The next instant, a yellow sword rainbow flashed and appeared in front of Liu Ming, whooshing down fiercely.
At the same time, the other three also coordinated their attacks perfectly. The tall and thin man spat out a strange blade, half sword, half knife, quite bizarre.
The burly man bellowed loudly, a flash of black light in his hand as he brought forth a black mace taller than a man. The sheer size of this spiritual weapon was extremely rare; however, it matched his robust body quite well.
The young woman waved her hand, releasing a white short cone that grew to over thirty feet in the wind.
