"You practiced your swordsmanship, I played my zither. There is nothing to thank me for." Glancing at Jian Wushuang, Leng Rushuang said in a cold voice, "You should thank it."
Leng Rushuang turned her hand over and a long sharp sword appeared.
"Triple-kill Sword." Once it appeared, Jian Wushuang stared at it.
It was his weapon, so he certainly recognized it.
To survive Tan Feng's chase, he had abandoned the Triple-kill Sword and all of his belongings. He planned to take them back when he was strong enough to defeat Tan Feng. He didn't expect the Triple-kill Sword to be in Leng Rushuang's possession.
"I took it back from Tan Feng for you." After saying that, Leng Rushuang threw it to Jian Wushuang.
After catching it and gripping it firmly, Jian Wushuang began stroking the cold sword edge. At the same time, the Triple-kill Sword seemed to be shaking violently, in a cheerful manner. Suddenly, Jian Wushuang's face changed, "Its power..."