One Origin Yang Sword

Zong Shou was far from finishing this hundred schools merged into one sword technique.

At this moment, he was just splitting the sword techniques he had learned into 2 types and then along with the stack word mysteries of the nine dragon shadow sword to have a rough structure.

"One origin yin sword? Self-created?"

Ji Lingzi muttered in his mouth, and his gaze was even more dark and violent. Then, his body flashed forwards and crossed another hundred feet. That bright sword light crossed the sky and charged forwards. The sword energy surged. However, it was consolidated to the extreme, shrunk to that one tip. However, if one looked on, it made one terrified.

Everywhere it passed, it gave out a sharp whistle. All the spiritual energy, the air was forcefully ripped open, giving rise to several ripples that were filled with destructive powers.