Facing the siege of the three, Ye Xuan only summoned the ancient sword. The sword body was black and simple, without any extra patterns, and looked very ordinary. It didn't even have any edge, revealing a dull feeling everywhere.
It was a sword that was too heavy to hold in one's hand.
Zhao Qing and the others were surprised. They had thought that Ye Xuan's body technique was superb and would use his strange movement technique to avoid their attacks. But now, it seemed that he intended to confront the tough with toughness.
Ye Xuan had no chance of winning if they fought face-to-face. Even if his swordsmanship was superb, there was still a gap in strength, let alone with such a sword. Zhao Qing couldn't help but show a contemptuous look. Underestimating the enemy on the battlefield was a great taboo.
"Do you think that you can defeat us with just the sword?"