Everyone was stunned when they heard that.
Liu Xian'er thought for a moment, then asked, "Sir, don't you have a wooden sword? What about Brother Wang Xian's sword?"
Li Dalu froze for a moment, but he couldn't tell Liu Xian'er that his junior brother had used the power of profound ice to condense a traceless sword.
All he could do was smile and say, "Perhaps the moment to draw his sword hasn't come yet?"
"Oh!" Liu Xian'er nodded, clenching her little fist with a grin. "Like when you faced Sister Feng outside the prince's residence that day?"
Li Dalu didn't answer, because he didn't know which sword his junior brother would use in the end, either.
Dongfang Feihong, standing in the square, was stunned.
He hadn't expected Nangu Feiyan of the East Sea Flying Immortal Island to be so impatient that she wanted to fight Wang Xian right away.
In his haste, he could only send a message to the sect leader and the Supreme Elders.
In the blink of an eye, every cultivator of the Kunlun Sword Sect knew that the God of Slaughter, Wang Xian, had arrived and was fighting the master of Flying Immortal Island in the back mountains.
Kunlun erupted in an instant.
Bang!
Wang Xian's sword was forcibly blocked by Nangu Feiyan!
But he nearly choked for breath. In desperation, he shouted, "Again!"
Boom!
A blast of Sword Qi surged out. In an instant, the protective aura Nangu Feiyan had gathered shattered, and she was driven back more than ten zhang!
Wang Xian took a step forward and turned his left hand into a palm. A wave of ice surged from within him, spreading to both arms in an instant.
He casually struck out and shouted coldly, "Break!"
Like golden light bursting through the sky,