Sealing the sword?
Xu Xiaoshou was utterly baffled.
What was that? Yet no one explained it to him.
"No, no, no."
The masked man merely shook his head repeatedly, raised two fingers, and sliced through the air.
His sword fingers swept past, leaving a fissure in space.
"This counts as sealing the sword?" he asked.
"This is merely sword aura," Gou Wuyue said in a low voice.
"Then what about this?"
The masked man drew a massive snow-white sword with a backhand motion and slashed through the air.
This time, the sword aura tore open space, directly separating the two sides as though it had cleaved this place into two worlds.
Xu Xiaoshou's teeth ached from watching in the rear.
That was Snowfall over Tomb City, Su Qianqian's sword.
How did this bastard have the nerve to take it out? Oh, he was the Eighth Sword Immortal, Ba Zunan. Then never mind...
Gou Wuyue's eyes narrowed as he spoke again. "This, too, is not your sword."
"Then where is my sword?"
The masked man spread his hands and tossed Snowfall over Tomb City back into his spatial ring.
Listening from behind, Xu Xiaoshou instinctively wanted to hand over the Yousi Sword in his grasp, only to suddenly discover white sword aura erupting within his body.
He had been nailed in place by sword aura! Damn Ba Zunan, just you wait. Once I grow stronger, whether it's Snowfall over Tomb City or you yourself, I'll take you all down, Xu Xiaoshou cursed inwardly.
After secretly finishing all that, the masked man's expression did not change in the slightest.
He stared at Gou Wuyue. "My sword is in your hands. Do you dare bring it over and let me try?"
"Bzz—"
Voice of Nulan trembled softly, seeming somewhat eager to move.
Gou