Zhou Chong heard this and just sneered coldly, passing the long sword over.
He didn't fear that his small hands would be unclean again, but he did look forward to him taking the sword right in front of his face again - I won't say anything, and then you can taste the power of Heavenly Listening!
Unfortunately, this time Ji Jue's hands and feet were exceptionally clean.
Cautious, walking on thin ice.
A light clang echoed, electricity coursed through the empty room, a faint light floated in the dark.
In the void, a bright light leapt out, agile as a bird.
The long sword had no edge, rough and heavy, with traces of Mo flowing along the blade, intertwining and ephemeral like mist. Within it, countless scenes appeared and dissipated like illusions, unable to be clearly seen. In a fleeting glance, one could glimpse the collapse of heaven and earth.
The sword hilt was five inches, the blade three feet, weighing nine liang and twelve ounces.
