In the northern sky, a gigantic sword light flashed by.
The sword light was ice blue, and at this moment crossing the sky, it seemed like a massive ice sword over a thousand meters long flashed by, appearing exceptionally magnificent.
Even from a great distance, Ye Zhen could sense the coldness contained within that massive ice-blue sword light, as if just by looking at it, one's blood would freeze.
Below the ice-blue sword light, three or four streams of various colors rushed to meet it, and in an instant, that terrifyingly cold ice-blue sword light shattered.
Almost simultaneously, an ice-blue light flickered away from where the sword light sparkled, wobbling towards the front side of Ye Zhen.
Behind, four streams of various colors soared into the sky, relentlessly pursuing!
This must be a pursuit and murder!
Perhaps they were chasing an enemy, maybe some faction was dealing with a traitor, or perhaps people of the Jianghu were seizing treasures.
