Su Mo held the short sword, his fingertips brushing inch by inch along the side of the blade, followed by a snap of his fingers.
Hum!!
The sound of the sword's hum resonated immediately.
The shape of this sword was indeed somewhat different from a normal sword.
The edge was short, the body of the sword seemingly flat, yet upon closer inspection, it revealed a wonderful curvature and pattern.
The material used was also extraordinary, shrouded in starry night light, reflecting light that was somewhat elusive.
"Interesting."
Su Mo nodded slightly and glanced over at the White Robed Swordsman opposite him:
"Who are you people?"
As he spoke, he casually released the Dumb Acupoint of the other.
Now able to speak, the White Robed Swordsman remained silent, only quietly watching Su Mo.
Su Mo's brow slightly raised, the short sword in his hand thrust abruptly between the lips of the swordsman, the blade tilting slightly to open a slit.
Looking inside, the tongue was still intact:
