It seems that something extraordinary was sensed.

Under the gaze of everyone, Suning turned around, put away the immortal rope, let go of Qiao Suosuo, who was sweating profusely, then looked up at them, smiled slightly, and said loudly:

"Young man is rude."

After saying that, he pulled out her blue lightsaber from Qiao Suosuo, poured into the sword intent that suppressed the nine hundred steps, and slashed gently.

"call."

A breeze blew by.

An ancient, powerful sword intent that was as strong as abyss and as a sea, suddenly rose.

Suddenly, the sword energy in the mountains collapsed, and it emitted a faint throat that seemed to see the king.

Jon and other disciples trembled, and they had the urge to kneel down.

"bass!!"

Ancient swordsmen almost instinctively drew out their long sword, spread out a sword aura, blocked the pressure of the sword intent.

After three breaths.
Chapter completed!