This sword strike, with momentum like a rainbow!
This sword strike, like a golden dragon piercing the sky!
This sword strike, causing the four directions to tremble!
This sword strike, nameless yet also the sword by which Liu Zixuan made his name!
The crisp sword cry resounded through Heaven and Earth, the power split by the sword's edge directly made everyone frown, and before they could even finish a breath, it struck directly down.
Chii...
The formidable sword's might swept through the entire hall, directly carving a trench into the ground of the corridor.
Moments later, the dust in the corridor settled, and Liu Qianyun was directly kneeling on the ground, his once-glorious clothing now tattered beyond recognition, his entire body covered in bloodstains!
Those eyes, once deep, now had their pupils gradually dilate, his face pale, and his eyes lifeless.
