Quick Wear: Bai Yueguang perfectly interprets the success of saving the world

Zhaoyang Sword Master suddenly looked up and saw a man coming out from the Liangyi Formation. He was dressed in white, with flying black hair. The golden dark pattern on the corner of his robe flashed like flowing light.

The man was smiling and talking all the time, and even the question he asked just now sounded like a joke between old friends, without giving any sense of murderous intent.

Especially since that person's eyes were covered with a layer of white silk and his face was a little pale, making him look a little weak.

However, all the hairs on Zhaoyang Sword Master's body stood up in an instant, and his spiritual power rushed into his meridians frantically, shouting of danger all the time.

This was a feeling he had never experienced even when he was fighting against the five demon generals alone on the banks of the Ruoshui River.

In the Liangyi Formation, the nameless sword, whose blade had been humming all the time, began to tremble even more violently, as if it was under a great threat.

The natal sword is connected to the mind of its owner, so Zhaoyang Sword Master can naturally feel the emotions conveyed by the nameless sword.

A strong enemy, unstoppable...

But this only made Zhaoyang Jianzun's desire to fight even stronger.

It had been a long time since he had encountered an existence that could make both him and his natal sword feel a strong threat in just a face-to-face encounter.

Putting aside the purpose of his coming today, Zhaoyang Sword Master now wants to discuss the Dao with this person.

Perhaps it sensed its master's thoughts, the Nameless Sword, which had been suppressed just now, suddenly changed its trend and shone a cold and sharp light towards Yan Qing. A battle was about to break out.

The young man who was also in the Liangyi Formation smiled faintly, not feeling the slightest bit of anger after being offended, and his tone was as calm as always, it could even be considered a compliment.

"The little thing is quite energetic."

As soon as the last syllable of this sentence fell, the person who was being pointed at by the nameless sword disappeared in front of the nameless sword in an instant.

The Nameless Sword froze in place for a moment. Before it could react, a section of white wrist bone poked out from the white robe. The knuckles were slender and looked like white jade under the sunlight. There was not a single sword callus on them, and it did not look like it could hold a sword at all.

However, in the next second, that hand loosely grasped the pitch-black hilt of the nameless sword.

The nameless sword became stiff in an instant, and the light on the sword body faded away, leaving it completely black, like scrap metal.

The next second, the sword turned and aimed at Zhaoyang Sword Master outside the barrier. The young man smiled slightly, his expression did not change at all, still making people feel warm and cheerful. However, the words he said sounded like thunder in Zhaoyang Sword Master's ears.

"Does Sword Master dare to take my sword?"

Almost at the moment when the words fell, the young man swung out the sword lightly as if without any plan, and even the force was soft. But when the sword energy approached Zhaoyang Sword Master, the soft sword suddenly became sharp.

Outside the barrier, the disbelief in Zhaoyang Sword Master's eyes had not yet faded. Looking at the approaching sword light, the danger warning in his heart reached its peak at this moment.

Zhaoyang Sword Master did not dare to be careless. To be exact, the moment the young man raised his hand and grasped his own natal sword, Zhaoyang Sword Master had already put the young man in the most dangerous group.

This person's strength is several times more terrifying than the rumors.

Zhaoyang Sword Master raised his hand and made a magic gesture. Several sword lights condensed from behind him, and then rushed towards the sword light that seemed to be dissipated at the touch.

The sword light was quickly submerged in it, and to those who didn't know the inside story, it seemed that Zhaoyang Sword Master should have been able to resist it effortlessly.

However, in just a moment, Zhaoyang Sword Master, who still maintained the same gesture, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He raised his eyes, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and then stared quietly at the calm and composed young man in white, his eyes changing expression by the thousandfold.

He lost.

Defeated by his own sword.

Even when the man was holding back, he still couldn't take a single move.