บท 1432: Fire Burning at the Edge of the Sky

When he saw this saber of Mo Qingwu's, even though he only saw the hilt, this Supreme Martial Artist also felt quite bemused.

This was clearly a handicraft saber. Whose saber could be so delicate and exquisite? Even if it was a saber for show, it didn't need to be so small…

It was clearly a gorgeous saber made by Ning Tianya to please his disciple.

And what kind of extraordinary power could this saber possibly have on the hand of a thirteen or fourteen years old little girl?

Moreover, this little girl was only a ninth-grade Martial Saint…

So he just grabbed it without scruples.

If Mo Qingwu used her saber, he didn't even need to dodge, he could just directly go and grasp it.

If he could grab the saber that the little girl cherished so much at the moment of life and death and break it into pieces of iron from the grasp, he could retaliate her tone of contempt just now…

Mo Qingwu's body retreated lightly all the way back.