chapter 174 I'll spare a knife here

The old man clasped his hands together and placed the Yuan Hong Sword above his head. In the golden light emanating from his body, the voices of countless Buddhists reciting scriptures devoutly could be heard. The soaring golden light actually illuminated the endless sword above Yuan Hong. The air is blocked and goes down.

Leng Yumian's expression was cold, and with a turn of the slender long sword, he shot out eight mysterious ice needles. The direction of the shots was extremely...