"A sword?"
Jiang Heshan suddenly recalled the extraordinary cyan long sword used by Sect Leader Wen Ping of the Immortal Sect.
That sword almost cost him dearly.
If he hadn't left quickly that day, he might have ended up like Fu Tianxie.
His Golden Rod and his Perfection Realm Celestial Level Upper Grade Defensive Vein Skill were all pierced through like slicing through vegetables by that sword momentum.
"Is it a cyan-colored sword?" Jiang Heshan hastily asked.
The elder surnamed Fu nodded.
The next moment.
Wen Ping charged forward with his sword.
Accompanying Wen Ping was the Wood Dragon in its dragon form.
