National grudge, personal hatred.
When it is said to be unending, it shall be unending.
Wang Anfeng gripped the sword in his hand tightly.
Thirty-seven thousand li, to arrive here,
the sword has never been drawn.
A full intent of sword and combat will converge; this is the method of sword nurturing.
He slowly bent his body low, right hand holding the sword, left hand like a sword scabbard being removed, starting from the hilt, slowly moving backward with a virtual stroke, accompanied by a trembling whistling, the sword enveloped in dense Qi Mechanism, flowing light shattering inch by inch, revealing a bright sword blade.
A fierce Sword Qi soared into the sky.
The Grandmaster, like a Flying Eagle striking, his expression suddenly changed:
"No, this is..."
The first sword, with Killing Sword as its structure, surveys the martial arts of the world.
Takes the Heavenly Sword Stance's magnificence, the cold of Heavenly Mountain Sword Intent, the loneliness of Qingfeng Edge.
