In an instant, the long sword in his hand evolved into four seasons.

The spring is brilliant, the thunder and rainstorm, the fallen leaves are rustling, and the earth is frozen.

With the true meaning, the sword light interprets scenes, weaving the scenery of the mountain residence and beautiful mountains and rivers.

Li Shaohua's Dragon-Slaying Sword slashed the dragon, but it could not break through the world.

Falling in that artistic scenery, there was no wave arousing.

What kind of sword roar, what kind of qi explosion... disappeared completely.

I could only see him baring his teeth and swinging his sword hard, as if he was fighting for an invisible enemy, in vain.

But I can't stop.

Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep and I don’t know where it is.

Because he didn't know where the opponent's attack would start and where it would attack.
Chapter completed!