But the next moment, Tang Tian reacted: "Xiao Hezi, are you injured?"

Tang Tian clenched his fists, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he was about to rush towards Jian Fengyuan.

"Please don't interfere." He's firm voice interrupted Tang Tian abruptly. It was the first time Tang Tian heard He's firm and unquestionable tone. He stared blankly at He's back.

He stood up straight again, his back like a sword, and a firm voice came from his back.

"This is my opponent, this is my protection range, this is my battle, please let my sword finish it!"

He raised the Crane Sword in his hand. His eyes, as calm as water, were now as bright as eyes. A murmur floated from his lips, like an oath.

The sheathed crane sword in his hand shone with a dim light, reflecting his face, pious and solemn, and the loose black clothes on his body moved automatically in the absence of wind.

Crane's heart has never changed... Jian, can you hear it?

The crane sword trembled slightly in his hand, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of the crane's mouth.

Jianlun, let’s dance.

Thirteen black figures suddenly separated, elegant and agile, as graceful as a dancing crane. They interspersed in a dazzling way, the swords chirped like cranes, and the thirteen swords merged into one.

The sword shines like a wheel!
Chapter completed!