"Three million Sword Immortals in the heavens, even they must bow to me... What an arrogant poem!" Looking at Zhang Menglong standing before the Divine Sword, everyone seemed to see the unparalleled genius Sword God of years past.
"This... what is happening?" Yun Senhai gazed at the gradually darkening sky, feeling somewhat at a loss for words. In his lifetime, what spectacle had he not seen?
But he had never seen a scene like this!
All the swords were violently shaking, "This... what is happening?" Yun Senhai gazed at the gradually darkening sky, feeling somewhat at a loss. In his lifetime, what spectacle had he not seen?
But he had never seen a scene like this!
All the swords were violently shaking, and in the next second, only the sound of countless friction could be heard. Apart from the Divine Sword, all 9999 swords rose from the ground. Though broken and decayed, their unyielding spirit still demonstrated the glory of the past.
