"Famous sword?!"

"Damn it!"

Tens of thousands of mythical beasts were rushing past in his heart. At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou wanted to scold his mother. What is the origin of this "holy slave"!

At first glance, it seemed that a swordsman with no cultivation was sent here to save people, but more of it was just stalling for time.

In fact, this sword sect can even control the throne!

What’s even more terrifying is that this guy actually owns famous swords, and there are only twenty-one of them in the entire continent!

This guy... is underestimated by everyone!

He is by no means simple, and he should have a pivotal position even among the "Saint Slaves"!

"Don't worry, it's over..."

A pair of tears not far away caressed Lorelei's pale cheek, murmuring in a low voice.

He didn't turn his head to the side, and he didn't even want to see the young man opposite him, even if it was just an outline of his spiritual thoughts.

Being blind in both eyes does not affect a person's ability to kill at all!

With a hook of his hand, the purple stick became a sword, drawing a silver afterimage and disappearing into the sky and earth.
Chapter completed!