Jian Changhe held a sword in one hand, and pinched a sword technique with the other, the Sword Intent on his body surging like a volcanic eruption, instantly an invisible Sword Intent rushed straight toward Leng Xuan.
Eight bone blades rapidly rotated around Leng Xuan, thousands of blades like a storm, blocking Jian Changhe's Sword Intent three zhang away.
"Even though I lack a good blade, I have a good Sword Soul!" Leng Xuan's eyes suddenly grew deep and profound.
The next moment, a thick sinister aura erupted from his body, the aura like an abyss, cold and eerie.
"Hehehe~~"
"Hahaha~~"
He laughed, laughed heartily, his laughter growing more frenzied, and his face becoming increasingly ferocious.
"Boy, you actually dared to say my blade is mediocre!"
The voice grew sharp, as if he had become a different person.
Jian Changhe's expression slightly changed, he retracted the Green Gold Sword and looked at Leng Xuan with caution.
