Around Wen Ruyu's body, endless black and white Sword Intent swirled, converging into an ink painting.
"Chi chi..." Above the sky, the black and white ink painting obscured the day, with Sword Intent continually descending, emanating an extremely cold and murderous aura, like the Light of Heavenly Punishment, suppressing the vast golden Buddha light.
The master of the Dharma Institute, still shining with brilliant gold, could not pierce through the black and white beam, as if the great Dao was suppressed, and the white-clothed handsome Sword Cultivator before him felt like a God of Killing.
At this moment, he realized that the present Wen Ruyu was no longer just the son of the Haoran Sword.
His Sword Dao was now no less than the renowned Li Mountain Sword Master's Haoran Sword of the past.
