Parrot Bites Tongue

Mysterious and curious swords scattered across the earth, waiting for their world-renowned Sword Masters.
Who can comprehend the miraculous skill that has been passed down from millennia?
The city of Chang'an hides those who carry the power of fire and sun, the central plains house giant decaying millennial families, the wild warriors of the Northern Territory silently sharpen their blades, the dance of deceit and cunning occurs among the southern kingdoms...
Above the lofty tranquility, a pair of world-dominating gray eyes are slowly opening.
Pei Ye raises his head, pulling the Longsword from his stomach: "Immortal Lord of the True Dragon Taiyi... let's see, who is whose prey."

The Lord who use immortals as food

On the platform, Shang Huaitong's left hand pressed on his sword-wielding wrist, slowly guiding his muscles and scattered True Qi.


He stared straight at the woman across from him, the incandescent light in his eyes piercing.


The Ghost Born Sword was completely blocked right here by the woman.


She stood firm within the Ghost Born Realm, rooting herself among all the fine threads, and they could do nothing to her.


They wanted to unite into one, to achieve the state of "all is me", but now, this place was not entirely their world, a blade of grass was standing right here — so how could "all is me"?


This is precisely why the Ghost Born Sword couldn't pass through.


Shang Huaitong... had already been hindered by it for fourteen years.


"What a... surprise." Shang Huaitong took a deep breath and a faint chuckle rose in his throat, "I didn't expect... this hurdle would be you."


Chapter 142 Fire and Snow (Middle)_1