The so-called reincarnation is an existence that transcends the realm of life and death, but now when Lu Wujue truly sees it, a tinge of fear rises in his heart. Yet Broken Rivers and Mountains move forward relentlessly, despite the fear in his heart, not retreating a single step.
"The younger generation is formidable!"
Qiu Wucheng looked at Lu Wujue, who was moving forward relentlessly, and praised him, but remained still. Fusheng's blade continuously released streams of black light, wrapping around Lu Wujue's sword aura like a black swamp.
"Humph!"
Lu Wujue's sharp sword aura was entangled by the black swamp, but as a Sword Saint of the Sacred Continent, how could he be so easily ensnared?
"Break!"
The sharp sword aura, originally covered by the black swamp, suddenly brightened, and then countless rays of light burst forth from the Clear Wind Sword, then they condensed back into the Clear Wind Sword.
