Lin Zhao then breathed a sigh of relief, and thought moved, saying, "Come out!"

"Swish--"

A silver light rushed out of Yunjian Lake and condensed into a silver flying sword. It flew around Lin Zhao like a silver butterfly, and often penetrated into Lin Zhao's body. The two were friendly to each other, as if they had been in love for hundreds of years. At this moment, Lin Zhao was so excited that he could not speak out, letting the flying sword linger around his wrist, his eyes were filled with softness and joy.

Flying sword, bright moon!

It's still there!

At this moment, Lin Zhao looked up at the sky outside the window and couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, tears circling in his eyes. It was the flying sword Mingyue given by Senior Sister Yuechi... If so, then when the second Yunjian Lake woke up, the sword tip of the Sweat Niu Sword given by Mr. Qin Suihan, the flying sword should also be there. If so... that's great. That sword tip is a gift left to him by Mr. Qin Suihan, and the only memory of Mr.!

...

At this time, the Great Wall of Fusu.

The north wind is bleak, and the winter of the Fusu Great Wall is always the first place for the entire Shang Dynasty. Just above the city, a beautiful sword immortal, a slender figure in a white dress, stood on the city. She held a long sword in her hand and looked north. The demon clan didn't know when it would go south, and the Fusu Great Wall was the first town. The twelve-level sword immortal who was in charge of the Fusu Great Wall was the biggest reliance on the Fusu Great Wall.

Over the past century, the Soldier Lord came and gave Lin Wanhua a gift.

The recognition of Fusu Great Wall allowed her to refine a small number of Yuanlings of Fusu Swords.

Therefore, as long as Lin Wanhua's twelve realms can be used as the thirteenth realm in the territory of Fusu Great Wall, it is conceivable how terrifying a human race's thirteenth realm sword cultivator is.

But at this moment, Lin Wanhua suddenly felt a sense of emotion. She suddenly turned around and looked towards the direction of a county city in Yunzhou. A familiar breath seemed to surge there. The breath was like an enemy, or an obsessed person. It sensed from her natal flying sword Feihua. Feihua was almost damaged in a battle she remembered forever. The only thing that could symbiosis with it was the flying sword that almost knocked Feihua, the man's first natal flying sword.

"Impossible..."

Lin Wanhua bit her red lips, and tears were waving in her beautiful eyes. It was impossible for the man to be still there.
Chapter completed!