In the void, Han Muye whispered, and a sword appeared in his hands.
In his left hand, a cold light flashed.
The purple flame in his right hand and the red light of the short sword flashed.
Two swords appeared, and the sword intent and sword qi that he had originally restrained soared into the sky.
His sword was pointed forward, but his gaze was in the distance.
Over there, a figure flew over, carrying endless wind and lightning.
Tuoba Cheng.
"Boom—"
From Han Muye's body, sword light rushed into the clouds and collided with the golden light of the Sword Pavilion, turning into a stream of light that exploded.
Today, he could have avoided using his sword.
Lu Gao still had the power of a sword. After blocking for a few breaths, Tuoba Cheng arrived.
But today, Han Muye was going to attack.
This strike represented the Sword Pavilion.