Yun Chujiu felt that what old man nine fingers said made sense, so she left the house and went outside.
Xue Yi and the others were puzzled when they saw Yun chujiu coming back with a broken black stick. Now that they took a closer look, they realized that it was a broken sword covered in black rust.
They looked at each other. Where did their miss find this piece of junk? ! Could This thing still be called a sword? !
Yun chujiu waved her hand and gestured for snow one and the rest to stand further away.
Snow one and the rest thought to themselves. It was hard to say if this piece of junk could even release sword aura. was there a need to hide so far away? !
Yun chujiu took a deep breath. First, she transformed the sword intent into sword aura according to the usual method. Then, she slashed out with her sword!
In the end, this fellow saw that there was nothing above the sword tip!
F * ck, where is her thirty-foot-long sword qi? !