The iron broadsword seemed to be sharpened anew; all the tiny gaps were eliminated. Except for the large gap in the middle of the blade, the rest of the blade looked as dazzling as a new one. A clean intent of broadsword spread out like the flowing water.
"Thanks very much," said the Broadsword King, Cao Yuan.
"Not at all," said Jing Jiu. "I've figured out some new magic methods over the past one hundred years; I'd like to test and see if they can help with your injuries."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a pure and desolate sword will emerged from his right hand and landed on the shaft of the large iron broadsword, mingling with its intent.
Whoosh!!!
A gust of wind kicked up in the small temple, and the painted golden layer of the dilapidated Buddhist statue quivered and was on the verge of falling off at any moment.
This was caused by the sparring between the strongest sword will and broadsword intent in the world.