Chapter 513: Lu Yang Greets Granduncle (3)

However, the other Daoist cultivators behind him were nervous.

No one was willing to fight the Dynasty to the death.

The situation today was out of control.

Han Muye reached out and took the golden seal.

Lu Yang's eyes flashed with killing intent. He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and turned around to draw his sword to kill.

"Wait a minute."

Han Muye's voice rang out.

With a wave of his hand, Han Muye took a few steps forward, looked at the water, and said calmly, "Today, I want to be a witness first."

As his voice fell, a long sword flew out from the river ahead.

The sword was three feet long and covered in mud and rust.

This was an ordinary sword.

It was the long sword worn by ordinary Confucianists.

The practice of scholars wearing swords had started at the White Deer Mountain.

A faint shadow appeared on the surface of the water.

"Qi Ziyu?"

Lu Yang was stunned.