Sword Saint Mingdong

A blood-red longsword flew out of Xianji Mountain and landed on the ground, making a huge blasting sound.

The longsword vanished, and there was an elder standing there with his sword gone. There were four wings on his back, and a trace of sword Qi was surrounding him.

The elder stared at Situ Fengcheng and Zhu Qingyi and said, "It seems I'm late."

Situ Fengcheng stared at Zhu Qingyi and said, "Senior Uncle, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

"I went to Xianji Mountain on Blood Emperor's order. I didn't mean to come here late," the elder said.

Qing Xiao heard how Situ Fengcheng called to the elder, and he was dazed. He immediately performed body techniques to rush to Zhang Ruochen's side. He yelled, "That elder is likely to be the junior brother of Zhongying King, Sword Saint Mingdong. I can't believe that even he's here."

"A sword saint!"

Zhang Ruochen looked to Sword Saint Mingdong, and at this moment, he also shot a glance at him.