But such self-comfort is so pale.

"The wind is getting stronger and stronger, everyone should go back. It's useless to stay here..." The cadre tried to comfort everyone, wanting to let everyone leave.

At this moment, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

Then, a huge voice came from the sky.

"This magical sword is given to you, Qianwu, go!"

Everyone looked up and saw a golden light shot with a loud bang!

A big pit exploded in front of Qianwu's door, and a long sword with golden light was quietly inserted into the big pit.

"Who?"

"Is it the god that appeared?"

"What's this?"

The onlookers were panicked and surprised.

Just as the crowd was panicked, Qianwu slowly walked out of the courtyard.

The wind was howling, and his clothes flew around.

He walked step by step into the big pit, grabbed the long sword, and pulled it up.

In an instant, the wind and rain were around him, and his clothes floated like in the water.

He grabbed the hilt of the sword and waved it twice, Qianwu smiled.

This feeling of making fingers like an arm is completely different from the original deity who is not far away from Zhuang.

Even if you are deprived of your identity, your skills will not disappear.

The gun prophet Olion spent his whole life struggling on the battlefield. His shooting skills were as good as a god and he knew all kinds of weapons.

Previously, Wu Ze practiced the sword technique of Fusangzhou, and using swords was a piece of cake.

"Since the Godly Sword is given, I will weigh the enemy's weight again!"
Chapter completed!