Kapitel 1297: Grandmaster Wu, Please Offer Your Collection (1)

Half of the broken sword fell to the ground with a clang.

The expressions of everyone present, including those who saw this scene from afar, froze.

Wu Suchen's eyes almost fell to the ground. He looked at his hand in disbelief.

The longsword in his hand had already broken into two, half of which was on the ground.

As for the black rod in Jiang Shouzhen's hand, the black layer on the surface peeled off layer by layer with a clang.

Buzz—

With a soft sound, the black layer of the longsword dharma treasure in Jiang Shouzhen's hand disappeared, and a dazzling dharma treasure sword appeared in front of everyone.

"This…"

Everyone's attention was on the sword.

At this moment, there was no need to talk about victory or defeat.

The dharma treasure sword refined by Wu Suchen had already broken into two. Anyone with eyes could tell who had won.

"This is impossible!" Wu Suchen roared with a ferocious expression.