"Sword, out!"
Jian Changhe brought his fingers together, pointing straight at the surging Yellow Springs River Water.
In an instant, a terrifying Sword Intent erupted from him, and the humming cry of a sword sounded, echoing through the Great Void.
That was right—even within the Great Void, the sword cry was still sharp and piercing.
Old Ghost Huangquan looked at the sword that had flown out, and his Turbid Eyes could not help narrowing.
"The Azure Gold Sword! Of course. How could a disciple of Hidden Sword Mountain not have the Azure Gold Sword?"
"But with only one spiritual sword, you cannot stop this Old Man!"
The aura around him surged, and the unfurled Yellow Springs Map immediately blazed with Spiritual Light.
But just as he was about to test the power of this Azure Gold Sword, he suddenly sensed a strange Qi Mechanism.
The fierce Sword Qi crashed thunderously into the rolling Yellow Springs Water, but both sides stopped moving at the same time and looked off to the side in unison.
As for Yunxiao, by now he had already hidden far away. He was only there to make up the numbers.
The things they were clashing with were all Spirit Artifacts and Divine Abilities, while he had neither a Spirit Artifact nor a Divine Ability. It was honestly a little miserable.
In truth, Yang Zhengshan had given him a Spirit Artifact Flying Sword, but that Spirit Artifact Flying Sword seemed to look down on him for being a False Core and had never been willing to acknowledge him as its master.
Seeing that a great battle was about to break out, yet he could only pass himself off as part of the ensemble, Yunxiao felt utterly bitter in his heart.
Just as he was trying to find an