With a sword in hand, Xiao Chen's aura surged in an instant. He became a completely different person—sharp and fierce.
The Dragon Slayer Sword was still being repaired.
What Xiao Chen held now was a black spirit sword.
Its edge gleamed like snow, its chill biting to the bone.
Very quickly.
The two clashed fiercely.
In an instant, terrifying saber light and horrifying Sword Qi collided relentlessly high in the sky. The clang of metal rang out like thunder, crashing and surging across heaven and earth, stirring up towering waves of light.
Xiao Chen's sword intent had reached a miraculous level, and he soon suppressed Ji Tao's saber radiance.
Yet the demon saber in Ji Tao's hand was extraordinarily formidable—nothing could withstand it. Its blade was coated in a layer of terrifying demon poison capable of corroding all exotic metals.
After clashing with it only several dozen times, the valuable spirit sword in Xiao Chen's hand had already developed more than a dozen chips along its edge.
Below the sky, Xu Potian stared at the demon saber in Ji Tao's hand with blazing eyes, so envious he could barely stand it, his gaze filled with desire.
That saber was likely an Emperor Armament of tremendous origin, far stronger than the one he currently wielded.
If he could seize it, his strength would rise enormously.
Unfortunately.
Ji Tao was far too strong. There was likely no chance.
Xiao Chen retreated and looked at the black spirit sword in his hand, his expression turning grim.
The opponents he faced were growing stronger and stronger. Ordinary spirit swords simply could not support him in killing them. Fortunately, the Dragon Slayer Sword was nearly repaired. Once Wang Wu'er restored part of its power, it would surely become a divine weapon. As for the Wind