Now that the Heavenly Mountain has collapsed and the Sword Spirit has died, even the unique Ascending Dragon Sword is like a Mortal Sword, unable to be controlled completely at will.
Sword Master Yu took a deep breath of the world's air, stepped on the green sword wind, and from the Supreme Dao Pure Sword Technique, soared into the Nine Heavens, with the rivers of energy within his body flowing like the waves of the sea.
He brushed his finger across the sword body, the skin broke suddenly, and the blood smeared on the sword tip was not red, but deep purple!
The Ascending Dragon Sword, already in a dying state, suddenly surged in momentum, like a fish on the verge of death suddenly finding a refreshing spring.
The cold sword tip was stained with a layer of purple lightning and blue frost, as if a soaring serpent was winding around the sword.
The cut on Sword Master Yu's finger quickly healed, but his face turned pale, with veins faintly visible, and his spirit was weary.
