Each of the three swords that Ye Sheng slashed out was more powerful than the last.
These three swords represented the wisdom of the sword-wielding old man and the ultimate dream of the sword-wielder.
Boom!
The three swords exploded out and pointed straight at the sect master of the heavenly demon sacred land, making his face solemn.
The terror of these three swords made him not dare to be careless.
"Immortal Crane Sword Technique!"
The sect master of the Heavenly Monster Sacred Land displayed his own sword technique to compete with him.
The long sword made of feathers was extremely sharp. It was originally the feather on his body, and it was like he was waving his arm.
With a sword attack, an immortal crane flew and spun. With a cry, it charged straight at him.
Clang!