He stood facing the sky, his eyes slightly focused, but not at all panicked.

What he longs for has always been a powerful enough swordsman.

Only such an opponent can enable him to continuously break through the shackles of the sword and reach the pinnacle of the sword.

"Buzz!"

Looking at the sword slashing down from the sky, Xiangtian suddenly smiled and clenched his palm suddenly, and saw an ancient purple sword appear immediately.

The ancient sword is four feet long, one foot longer than the ordinary fairy sword.

Under the sword bottle, there seems to be a bronze sword body that looks extremely abrupt.

He lowered his head to the sky and looked at the ancient sword in his hand, his eyes gentle, as if looking at an old friend.

"Old friend, long time no see."

Yes, it’s been a long time since I last saw you. I haven’t drawn my sword to the sky for a long time.

The next moment, a loud sword roar was heard.

The purple sword was unsheathed, and the aura on Xiang Tian's body disappeared strangely. He couldn't feel a trace of spiritual power fluctuations, but only the endless coldness.
Chapter completed!