Zhanxian

Unconsciously, Yang Chen’s hand was holding a unique flying sword, it’s color was blood red, which allowed one to see that it was a certain kind of plant refining.

The strange thing was that the hilt was very strange, a sly ghost head spit out the blade in the mouth, but the hilt itself seems to be a living thing, twisted and circled above Yang Chen’s hand and wrist, it was very strange.

Shi Shanshan was secretly surprised, but her face did not show any expression. When Yang Chen picked up the flying sword and he snorted.

This time, Yang Chen still stood still in the same place, but raised the long sword in his hand and looked at the coming flying sword.

Even in his hands, Yang Chen’s speed was still exceptionally fast. No matter how fast Shi Shanshan’s flying sword was, from which direction it came from, it couldn’t escape Yang Chen’s sword.

Scoff, a slight sharp edge cutting into a tofu sound was heard, the flying sword of Shi Shanshan was easily smashed into two pieces by Yang Chen’s sword.

After smashing the rest of the flying sword, Yang Chen’s figure slammed into the front of Shi Shanshan and Shi Shanshan had just called another flying sword, but Yang Chen’s sword destroyed it once again, then Yang Chen’s sword was placed on the white tender neck of Shi Shanshan.

“Don’t tell me this is your life source flying sword!” Yang Chen did not apologize for breaking the sword of Shi Shanshan. When needed, Yang Chen could send Shi Shanshan several hundred flying swords.

“You are taking advantage of your stronger flying sword. With the help of foreign objects, I am not satisfied!” Shi Shanshan’s tone did not soften. Looking at Yang Chen, she was still unconvinced.