The magnificent and brilliant sword light seemed to tear apart the river of eight hundred years.
The sword light was like the bold spirit of human hearts, climbing to the peak, yet slowly calming down. Yuwen Lie swallowed the blood, holding the heavy spear charging forward, no army could enter, but only saw amidst heaven and earth, the gale danced, the ink-blue Dragon Pattern Banner rolled.
The emperor's weapon descended, the legends of the martial world unsheathed their swords.
The waves surged into the sea.
Murong Longtu withdrew that green bamboo sword, Ying Country's Great Emperor stubbornly refused to fall, only admiring, the swordsman turned away, pacing forward, with such powerful grandeur, Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, Qin Yulong all holding weapons, desiring this battle.
Around them, thousands of soldiers moved forward, the atmosphere of slaughtering rose to the sky.
Ying Country's Great Emperor merely raised his hand and said: "No need, let him go."
