The Xuanyuan Sword is transforming.
Like clouds, like shadows, ethereal and uncertain.
It's impossible to grasp the sword's trajectory, as if it's illusory, yet it is real.
At one moment it seems to be on the left, but then it moves to the right.
At one moment it appears to be advancing, but then it suddenly retreats.
In short.
Ling Wudeng stared at it for quite a while, feeling dizzy and unable to judge the path of the Xuanyuan Sword.
The sword is tangible.
Even his Black Sword, which is infused with the forces of darkness, can hide within the darkness.
Yet it still remains tangible.
In any case, the Black Sword can be truly touched and confronted.
However, the Xuanyuan Sword in Lin Fan's hand seems to not exist at all.
"This..."
Ling Wudeng involuntarily gasped, already sensing the threatening aura of the Xuanyuan Sword, causing him to shudder and unexpectedly feel a hint of regret.
If only he hadn't let Lin Fan draw his sword.
