Bab 1272: Song of the Sword 2

Bazhun'an was a person who could bring endless panic to the world with a sword.

After he knew how to use his power, who else in the world could resist him?

Water Ghost could not refuse such an invitation.

At that time, he also longed for an answer. Bazhun'an, in that state, was the only person who was stronger than him and could give him an answer.

He came back to his senses, and the scene returned to Lone Cliff again.

The background was a majestic ancient city with raging flames and falling like a meteorite.

Above the dark cliff, there was an elder with a one-armed cripple kneeling piously. In front of him, Bazhun'an calmly stretched out his hand and crooked his finger.

"Sword."

There was a crack.

"Clagn!" After the mahogany sword case on Xiu Yuanke's back cracked, a wide and long mahogany sword flew out. It drew a bright arc of sword light in Nine Heavens and fell into Bazhun'an's hand.