"What kind of spirit artifact is this? It actually managed to take away my flying sword." Lu Xiaotian's face was filled with astonishment. This was no small shock—this was the first time he had ever encountered a situation where his flying sword was taken away. Back when he had fought the three-headed snake demon Bi Qiong to the death, and during the past two years when he had clashed with Xiang Kuang hundreds of times in Black Prison, he had never encountered such an eerie method.
"You still have the mind to worry about that? Without your sword formation, let's see what else you can do." Xiang Qingcheng beckoned, drawing the Hidden Sword Casket into her hand. After taking one of the opponent's flying swords, the casket had become heavy. Quite satisfied with the Hidden Sword Casket's function, Xiang Qingcheng looked at Lu Xiaotian and said coldly, "Let's see how you plan to deal with this next."
"Return my flying sword, and we'll let this matter end here." Lu Xiaotian paid no attention to her coldness, but his own voice gradually turned cold.
"Heehee, you're a strange one. Your sword formation has already been broken, yet you're still being so stubborn. Could it be that you don't understand your situation?" Xu Qin seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and her gaze at Lu Xiaotian held a trace of oddness. Seeing the fury on Xiang Qingcheng's face, even if the other party did not die, he would still have to shed a layer of skin. Yet he wanted to ask for his flying sword back? That was simply the ravings of a fool.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Xiang Qingcheng crooked a finger, and the Sword Bracelet began to spin fiercely. Countless sharp Sword Qi