The clouds shifted, revealing a person behind the clouds.

This man held the immortal sword in his hand, pinched the seal in his left hand, hung five-color smoke on his head, hung jade plaques on his waist, and stepped on clouds on his feet.

His breath seemed as empty as an illusion, and if he had not appeared, almost no one could sense it.

"One is killing, two is killing, and five is killing..."

The young Taoist priest said calmly: "It's just a matter of trapping the Immortal Sword."

He pulled the sword down a little.

A straight golden light!

It's a hundred feet thick!

Falling from the sky, straight into the ground.

Looking from afar, I saw a thin golden line hanging down from the sky.

The light of the Dongxu sword fell from the sky!

A brilliant sword shines thousands of mountains! (To be continued. Please come to mobile phone users.) (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!