The heavy broadsword in Ying Zheng's grip was eight feet and one inch long, measuring one-and-a-half adult's palm from edge to edge, and the thickness of three fingers at its thickest part. The surface of the blade was as smooth and shiny as a mirror, emitting a pale purple mist and yellow light. Underneath the purple and yellow light and fog, there were vague images of rivers and mountains, woods and grass fields, towns and cities, and myriad living beings. Above all of these vague images, amidst the yellow and purple light and fog, was an image of nine divine dragons, baring their teeth and waving their claws, coiling up their bodies and wheeling in midair.
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