Five Swords Sect.
The Five Swords Sect was exceptionally noisy in the dead of night.
At the moment Jiang Ning suddenly appeared in front of Xie Xiaojiu.
One gaze after another converged on him.
The Elder who had drawn his sword saw this scene as well.
What incredible speed!!
His heart jolted. His gaze immediately sharpened, and the Jin Force in his hand erupted. His Sword Intent grew three points heavier, with not the slightest intention of holding back.
Seeing this.
Jiang Ning watched the Sword Light rushing constantly toward him, the sword tip expanding in his pupils. A flash of killing intent swept through his eyes.
The next moment.
He extended two fingers, pressing his index and middle fingers together.
Buzz—
The sword blade was caught between his two fingers.
The Sword Intent abruptly stilled. The surging force had nowhere to vent and raged within the blade, making the sword emit a continuous series of ringing vibrations.
At the same time.
The Elder gripping the sword hilt also abruptly halted. He looked at Jiang Ning, his eyes widening involuntarily.
"Fall back!!" He Changkong's voice suddenly rang out from behind.
Just then.
The Jin Force in Jiang Ning's hand erupted and surged into the blade.
Crack—
The blade, roughly three and a half feet long, suddenly shattered at this moment, transforming into countless fragments of iron that flew in every direction.
Jiang Ning was also pinching a piece of the broken iron in his hand—the remnant from the tip of the sword.
Witnessing such a drastic turn of events, the Elder's heart immediately filled with dread, and he hurriedly withdrew.
All these changes had been completed in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Ning held the broken sword tip between his fingers. Reflected in his eyes were the retreating figure