"Clam!"

A light blue one-handed sword that was as thin as a cicada's wing and smooth as flowing water had appeared in the girl's hands.

"Sister, please see, this sword is what I got from the mountain."

Take the long sword in the girl's hand.

Lin Yi waved her hand casually.

Suddenly, the sword light crisscrossed and crisscrossed sword marks appeared on the ground. They were very sharp, with the incisions as smooth as a mirror, and the sword energy was filled with it.

"Hiss...is very good."

Hua Yourong takes a step forward.

He tilted his head and looked at the long sword in Lin Yi's hand.

Sighing and saying.

Hua Yourong is the saint of Linglong Holy Land.

His status is not bad compared to Lin Yi, and his knowledge will naturally not be weak.

Even people like her are admiring.

As you can imagine, this long sword is really extraordinary.

“It’s really good.”

Lin Yi stretched out a finger and gently brushed across the surface of the sword.

At the same time, in the pupils.

The complex runes flashed, piercing through the material of the sword and the runes engraved on it.

He handed the long sword as thin as a cicada's wing to the junior sister in front of him.

Lin Yi frowned and said:

"This long sword seems to be forged with some kind of holy gold, but strangely, this holy gold does not seem to be all in the Three Thousand Worlds."

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Chapter completed!