As the sword was slashed down from the air.
Fang Yu saw a rift appear in the space where the sword cut through.
This was a lock on space and time.
If one's strength is insufficient, under the lock of this sword, one cannot use space and time laws!
What a ruthless move.
If struck by this sword, death is certain.
What sparring? This is clearly an attempt to kill!
Mo Huajian, seeing this scene, widened their eyes, their heart trembling.
The cultivators of Tiandu Mountain were all dumbfounded.
"No!"
"No!"
"Mr. Fang!"
The cultivators all covered their eyes.
Just at this critical moment—
Fang Yu raised one palm upward: "Dragon Roar Sword!"
Hum.
At the instant the Dragon Roar Sword appeared, thousands of rays of radiant light converged on it, a small Divine Dragon coiling around the sword's body.
The cultivators who had sufficient research on weapons all changed color:
"A Taoist Artifact!"
"My god, that's a Taoist Artifact!"
Someone asked, "What is a Taoist Artifact?"
