The flying sword abruptly accelerated toward Liu S sui, turning into a streak of light in an instant, seemingly about to kill him.
Liu S sui had no time to react. Before Little Lotus's cry of alarm could leave her lips, the streak of light became a flying sword again, hovering silently beside his neck.
For the sword to accelerate so fiercely over such a short distance, then stop so abruptly, was truly miraculous.
The sharp sword tip lightly touched the jasmine blossom, extraordinarily gentle, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
The jasmine blossom dispersed, becoming the purest Sword Sense, without a trace of impurity, and entered the flying sword.
The flying sword vibrated rapidly, humming as it grew brighter. It abruptly vanished from before Liu S sui and flew toward the crimson elephant amid the evening clouds with a piercing whistle.
The flying sword could have made no sound at all, but after more than a decade, it could finally display its edge between heaven and earth again. It was so delighted that it wanted to sing aloud.
Atop Divine End Peak, White Ghost opened his eyes, pushed himself up, and walked to the cliff's edge with Cold Cicada on his head. He slowly lowered his head to sniff a wildflower, a hint of amusement appearing in his eyes.
When he raised his head and found Zhao Layue and the other two still deep in thought, the amusement in his eyes turned to mockery.
Could they not figure out such a simple question?
With Jing Jiu's current cultivation, going over there would mean nothing but death. He would be less reliable than those swords.
Speaking of which, just how many swords had that fellow brought?
White Ghost narrowed his eyes, thinking that if he had not been