Zhao Huai's sword pointed and stood upright in front of his chest.
A surge of thick sword qi erupted from the black long sword, spinning on its own.
"Let me see how powerful Yu Sha really is."
Zhao Huai's eyes were fierce, and with a flick of his arm, the flying sword in his hand flashed and shot out.
This was the first time he had used his life-bound flying sword to fight against a cultivator.
Confronted with the overwhelming sword qi, the expression of Western Evil Mink Monk changed slightly, realizing that this was no ordinary sword and should not be underestimated. He then took out a golden bowl from his monk robe, which emitted a faint spiritual qi.
It was time to use his life-bound magical treasure.
As Yu Sha's sword shot out, it resembled a magnificent black dragon opening its abyss-like mouth, ready to devour everything in front of it.