The Black Water Sword, with a width of three inches, was as long as a bee's needle, and its lustrous surface flowed with a watery sheen, giving a sense of surging waves.
"A Third Rank Artifact!? It's actually a Third Rank Artifact!?" Zhou Dao was stunned at first, then immediately showed joy.
It was known that the Crimson Spirit Peach Sword was nothing more than a Seventh Rank Artifact, which had been carried by Zhou Dao since the era of Peace Town.
Last time in the battle of the Dragon Sect Ancestor, the Crimson Spirit Peach Sword was severely damaged, having no strength to recover, and hence was buried by Zhou Dao in the Abyss of Evil Dragon River.
Since then, there was no suitable magical artifact by Zhou Dao's side.
"Black Water Sword... "
Zhou Dao reached out, gently holding the hilt of the Black Water Sword.
In an instant, Zhou Dao felt his wrist sink as if a thousand-pound force had dropped, weighing heavily.
"How heavy is this sword?" Zhou Dao was shocked.