The old man in armor dances with a sword. His sword moves are ordinary, but his sword power soars into the sky.

He looked at Xiao Wan, his eyes were solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Sword master kills, my Shanhe Sword Cultivator's sword is more powerful and unparalleled! But the reason why our swords are unparalleled is not for ourselves, but for the common people!"

"The first sword of the Nine Swords of Mountains and Rivers. As mountains and rivers are there, so the sword is there!"

Xiaowan straightened her face, took out the Demon Suppressing Sword given to her by Su Xuan, and imitated the old man in armor.

On top of the mountains.

The wind is stirring.

An old man and a young boy are dancing swords between heaven and earth. They don't have the majesty of the sword, but they have unparalleled sword power.

This scene is like a landscape painting, one glance lasts forever.

It would be great if Mr.

Xiaowan was thinking, practicing her sword, and thinking about her husband.

Her sword is pure and unparalleled.

The old man in armor looked at it, his eyes were pleased and amazed.
Chapter completed!