Tang Lin smiled and said: "You will see it when you take action."

The gray-clothed swordsman closed his mouth and said no more. He slowly pulled out his sword. The sword was black and simple, as if it was an iron block that had not been completely cast.

However, since it is called a sword, it naturally has the usage of a sword.

"The test here is strength. You only need to accept my sword and you will win." The swordsman in gray smiled and said, "Are you ready?"

Tang Lin said: "Let's take action."

The gray-clothed swordsman narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression became more and more solemn. In many cases, solemnity expressed a kind of respect. However, he did not respect Tang Lin, but respected the sword in his hand.

A true swordsman will never insult his sword, so every time he takes a shot, it is perfect and he goes all out!

Buzz!

The sword rose with strong murderous intent. The sword's edge pierced the air directly, turning a hundred feet into an instant, and pointed towards Tang Lin's eyebrows!

A glimmer of light flashed in Tang Lin's eyes, and star-like light appeared in his dark pupils. He took out the sword like lightning.

Soft hands, cold sword!

His hand was not really soft. The moment he held the sword, different lights appeared on the five slender fingers.

The miniatures of the Four Sacred Beasts appeared on the thumb, roaring and roaring. Five different rays of light appeared on the index finger, a wisp of meteor arrows on the middle finger, a chaotic-colored Nine Palaces diagram on the ring finger, and a circle on the little finger.

The dead gray air flow is the artistic conception of life and death.

And on the back of his hand, a dark vortex emerged, like the gate to hell!...)
Chapter completed!