Lu Qingshan similarly took out the sandalwood sword box.
Before this, his sandalwood sword box was empty, devoid of any sword.
But at this moment, the sandalwood sword box opened wide.
Lu Qingshan looked up, gazing at that vast array of flying swords in the sky.
Staring at this scene, he sighed heavily in his heart.
Jian Huang's wave of flying swords was only for passing the sword, not for killing the enemy.
He even included his own life-bound sword.
A Sword Cultivator without a sword—what this implies is unsaid yet obvious.
Lu Qingshan suddenly widened his eyes, looking toward the other end of the flying swords.
At the moment Jian Huang passed the sword, the demonic tide immediately enveloped and submerged the place where Jian Huang had been.
"Young Sect Leader, please receive the sword," was the last words of this Sword Cultivator who held Bullhorn City to the end.
The man remains, the sword returns.
With sorrow at heart, yet without shame.
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