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

An Cang's sword strike, mounted on a dragon, was the most powerful display the three could muster; for An Cang himself, it nearly burned through his entire body. This sword strike's finality required no explanation.


The cold light that horizontally pulled across the black robe stopped abruptly; such a ferocious blade technique was controlled so effortlessly in his hands that Li Weiru narrowly escaped a dire fate as if dodging from the brink of the underworld. The blade may have been retracted, but the Mysterious Qi still poured out; the elder's body, although desperately evading, couldn't even maintain its posture, falling like a bird with clipped wings in a tempest.


Wudong, seeing the elder still tumble yet not separate from the battle, made a downward pressing motion with an indifferent glance; a flip of his palm, and [Jade Tiger] screeched as it pulled back, while he himself already leapt ahead to meet the approach.


An Cang's Sword of Thunder arrived just at this moment.


Chapter 220: The Return of the Man