บท 47: Slashing With A Sword, Riding the Wind

Everyone's gaze fell on the sword in front of Daoist Tian Gang. Under the sunlight, the blade of the Taihang Sword reflected a cold light. Emperor Jiang Yu, Venerable Yan She, and the remaing assassins of the Sky Mansion were all terrified.

"Taihang Sword? Longqi Temple… Daoist Master Changsheng!"

When Emperor Jiang Yu heard Daoist Tian Gang's words, his expression turned extremely ugly.

Zong Tianwu had seen the ten famous swords before and recognized the identity of the Taihang Sword. He was silent for a moment before he suddenly laughed. "Looks like we're not dead!"

King Qin stared at the Taihang Sword and stood rooted to the ground.