Wang Xianzhi, who was originally blasted out from under the Sword Mountain, was almost determined to fight to the death. He regarded everyone as flesh and blood, like an active volcano filled with tens of thousands of tons of energy, which would burn everyone to death at the moment of its eruption.

Now, he was blown away by that bright and long purple sword energy. It was strange and strange.

Chai Qingshan and others watched for a long time, but there was no sign of Wang Xianzhi coming back. She seemed to have disappeared without a trace, or maybe she was dead.

The baby-fat girl looked at the sky, picked it up excitedly, and said excitedly: "Thank you, Mr. Chen, no, the sword god in white, otherwise I would have been scared to death."

"fine!"

"What's the name of that sword?"

Everyone around them pricked up their ears.

"You can see for yourself."

Chen Jun inserted the purple hairpin into the girl's hair, pointed his toes, and the figure shot like a sharp arrow in the direction where Wang Xianzhi disappeared, with his robes flying like a fairy.

The girl pulled off the purple hairpin, looked inside with concentration, and immediately smiled sweetly.

The ancestor of the Wu Family Sword Tomb quickly asked: "What is that sword called?"
Chapter completed!