Black Runes and Competing with a Nine-leaf Cultivator

Back at the eastern pavilion.

Si Wuya had already ordered someone to send the Demon Sword over.

As Lu Zhou looked at the Demon Sword, he recalled the scene of Gong Yuandu's death. In pursuit of the Nine-leaf stage, Gong Yuandu failed to overcome the great limit of his life. In the end, Gong Yuandu was forced into a corner and was reduced to dust.

Although Jiang Aijian did not state his reason for giving up the sword, for someone like who loved swords as much his life to give up this sword, the sword had to either be trash or would bring him great trouble.

'What's wrong with this sword?' Lu Zhou raised his hand before he sent Primal Qi that had been condensed into energy into the Demon Sword.

The Demon Sword thrummed and vibrated. The blade was thick. Unlike conventional swords, there was no sharp edge. It was more like a huge ruler. There were uneven veins on it, making its surface rough like tree bark.