บท 4276: The Eternal Night

Facing the three unrivaled unique skills, Jian Wushuang's serious expression gradually returned to calmness.

He let go of the Wuqi Divine Sword and spread his arms as if he was embracing heaven and earth. He raised his head and took deep breaths.

The next moment, he lowered his head and stared at the three of them.

"Tarot Sword Manual, first move, eternal night!"

Weng.

After he finished speaking, time and space seemed to have stopped.

There was no earth-shaking explosion, nor was there any explosion that could make the world lose its color. It was as if a tiny stone had been thrown into a calm lake, raising circles of ripples.

The Wuqi Divine Sword, which was floating in front of him, started to disappear from the tip of the sword to the hilt.

"What the hell is Blood Sword doing?"

"What does he want to do?"