章節 1129: Sword Valley Disaster

Gan Liang's magic artifact was just a flying sword, but Ye Mo felt his flying sword was like a longsword. As soon as he released it, it brought about waves of sword mist that made Gan Liang himself even look like a sword.

That Infinity Sect nascent soul state level five cultivator already had one arm cut off by Ye Mo. He didn't get time to reattach it before Gan Liang's flying sword swept over.

Ye Mo didn't move, he just watched Gan Liang's sword waves roll towards that Infinity Sect nascent soul state cultivator. From the outside, one could only see the white rays of sword light clashing with magic artifact, but Ye Mo could clear sense the sword ability and moves that Gan Liang used.

Gan Liang just hacked out one sword, but this sword was like a wave that was followed by more waves behind it. The first wave was just a few strikes, but before that wave was crippled, the second wave came and there were more than ten strikes.