He gazed at Feng Zheng and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.
Feng Zheng slightly narrowed his eyes, raised his right hand, and a treasure sword fell into his palm, then unsheathed it.
A surge of Gang Wind filled the heavens and earth, stirring souls.
The treasure sword trembled lightly, seeming to harbor a certain craving for blood, and strands of Immortal Light appeared on its smooth blade like ribbons.
Wang Jixuan laughed and said, "Brother's Spiritual Treasure looks quite good."
"Brother, don't be careless!"
"Please!"
Buzz!
The Universe suddenly trembled!
Feng Zheng's sword moved in a zigzag pattern, his figure swift enough to cause layers of folds in the Universe, and Spiritual Energy from the heavens and earth almost converged at his sword tip, leaving countless residual images in its path.
These countless residual images moved almost simultaneously!
Dozens of sword lights shot towards Wang Jixuan, surprisingly aligned with the Array Dao.
