"People standing off the stage will never know the mentality of standing on the stage."

"You're ridiculous."

"I can't laugh because you never knew me."

"Leave the differences between us to the sword to answer, it will tell us who is ridiculous."

Xia Lan raised her hand wearing the virtual ring, and a long sword shining with green light appeared in her hand.

"I forgot to tell you that I have two swords."

"Inscription Sword?! A good trophy." Sel raised his eyebrows.

"Sword Domain"

The battle unfolds in silence, and the confrontation begins in silence.

The mind is immersed in the extreme meaning of the sword, and the mind is transformed into the realm of the sword that is the only one who rules me.

All things are void and nothingness.

The sword saint is a powerful enemy who proves the sword.

Sel looked at Xia Lan with a strange expression, and saw him closing his eyes and standing still after posing in a combat posture, as if his body and mind were in an indescribable state of mind.

However, fighting is determined by strength, and pretending to be a ghost is undoubtedly a way out for one's own death.

Draw the sword and sting.

The two simple movements are a perfect combination of force and speed.

In an instant, his sword and his people appeared near Xia Lan.
Chapter completed!