High in the sky, the swords hanging upside down trembled together, and in an instant they all aimed at the red light on the fingertips.

In an instant, thousands of sword energy rang out, stabbing at Lu Ze's fingertips at a speed far exceeding that of his opponent's sword energy.

When the sword energy met the red light on the fingertips, it melted silently, like oil into flames, and the red light surged in an instant.

One centimeter, one inch, one foot, one foot...

There is only one sword, but it is a terrifying giant sword that grows to a height of one hundred meters.

The hilt of the sword was already thicker than Lu Ze himself, but it still hovered above his two fingers in the air.

And those people who were shocked by Thousand Swords Meteor a second ago have their mouths opened wide enough to stuff goose eggs.

"The sword box is good, I want it."

In a calm and polite voice, Lu Ze pressed down with two fingers.

In this scene today, I use one sword to take out a thousand swords, and I kill many years in the light of time.

…

I think about the beautiful woman by the Qushui river, who is the master of the shadow of the agarwood resting.

But rabbits, sunflowers and oats sway in the wind, and the flowers turn into soil.

A sword in the world of mortals, named——【Memory】.
Chapter completed!