Kapitel 802: Chapter 801 Sword Tomb Crisis

Xu Fan merely offered a shallow smile, looking at Shen Jianting and said, "Little Ting, summon a Divine Sword now."

Shen Jianting wasted no words, his right hand formed a sword gesture and pointed towards the Sword Box.

"Green Mist, come forth!"

"Clang!"

A soft chime was heard as a green longsword flew out from the Sword Box, circled in the air once, and then steadily floated in front of Shen Jianting.

The tip of the Green Mist sword pointed downward, and its body emanated a very faint green hue, issuing a sword cry.

Instantly,

Xu Fan swiftly formed gestures with both hands, and within a breath had changed gestures seven or eight times before bringing his hands together, his right fingertip directly pointing at Green Mist.

"Swoosh!"

Xu Fan flicked his finger, releasing a beam of golden light that directly merged into the Green Mist Divine Sword.

Layers of ripples appeared around Green Mist, and a sudden humming sound erupted.