Chapitre 290: Chapter 33: Descending the Mountain with the Sword_3

Master Ruan Ban reminded.

Zhao Huai nodded, stretched out his index finger, gently slid the condensed sword qi, and a blood bead the size of a mung bean gushed out of his fingertip.

With a whir, it fell onto the black flying sword.

The moment the blood bead merged into the sword body...

Zhao Huai felt a heartfelt connection.

A domineering, extremely arrogant aura rushed up, making his mind tremble.

He felt as if he was in a dark, void space and in front of him was a towering, winding giant black dragon, looking down from above, with its crimson eyes glaring viciously at him.

However, he quickly suppressed this aura.

This should be the sword's sword soul.

"Where's the scabbard?"

Zhao Huai turned his head and asked.

Master Ruan Ban smiled slightly, saying, "This sword has no scabbard."

"No scabbard?"

Zhao Huai looked surprised.