Bu Jinghong suddenly stood up!

Wang Zhenghaoxuan’s mouth opened wide and his eyes widened!

The old man in the forest stroked his long beard and showed a happy smile.

He is the master of Mushan Sword Mountain, the master of Amu and Wang Zhenghaoxuan, Lu Chuqi!

He also raised his head at this moment and looked at Amu and Amu's knife in the air. He felt a little regretful because it was the ninth day of the lunar new year!

If it were the seventh day of the lunar month... Li Chen'an wrote hundreds of poems about drinking wine. On the seventh night of the lunar month, Amu, a disciple of Laozi, drank wine, chanted poems, and broke through with his sword and slashed the moon!

What a boast!

This matter can be engraved on the monument of Mushan Sword!

Slightly further away.

On the eighth floor of Xijian Tower.

Wu Ximiao and others all felt the sharp sword intent in the air.

They came to the window.

They all looked at Amu who had completely forgotten himself in the sky.

"Dancing to clear the shadows...how does it feel like we are in the human world...!"

Amu chanted loudly, and the sword's power suddenly changed the moment he finished speaking.

Countless sword lights lit up in the sky!

But in all the sword light, there is a kind of coldness of death!

Wu Wen was shocked, and she unconsciously tightened Qiu Chen's hand.

She understood the knife.

That knife seems to have lost the taste of the human world!
Chapter completed!