Marquis Long Jian was confident. With this sword, he was about to deliver the killing blow to Ye Xuan.
"Danger!"
Ling Hanye's hair stood on end, and he didn't blink an eye.
"This sword is too terrifying."
Lv Jie, a fellow swordsman, felt his heart almost stop, overwhelmed by the majesty of this sword. He had the feeling that even five of himself would be slain by this sword without the slightest suspense.
"The swordsmanship actually contains a trace of a dragon's resentment, truly worthy of being an Ancient Sword Skill."
A glint of light appeared in Gu Hanxiang's beautiful eyes. Marquis Long Jian's sword had actually ignited her will to battle. She wanted to see whose power was greater—the mournful wail of Marquis Long Jian's dragon sword or her own Snow Cold Six Extremes.
"It's over!"
