ord wanjianzong in her eyes.
”we can't lose this battle.”
lord wan jianzong went on, her hand, holding a blue sword, crystal clear, glowing, at first glance, it is not a mortal product. (see,
this sword is a treasure handed down from generation to generation by wanjianzong, the name of which is to ver immortals.
”that sword is.”
ye hanxin looked at the sword in the hands of the lord of wanjianzong, but also showed a look of shock.
”what, that sword, very strange?”
he looked at the sword in the hands of the ten thousand swords and asked in a voice in bewilderment.
he uld see that the masking fairy was not a mortal product, but it was not worthy of such shock.
”mm-hmm.”
ye han heart looked at the sword in the hands of master wanjianzong and nodded absent-mindedly.
”this sword is the sword handed down from generation to generation by our ten thousand swords, and only the lord is entitled to it.”
ye hanxin explained the origin of vering the sky to the thrilling language. and startled words, on the sidelines, also looked at the shade of immortals.
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