Poison Mother screamed, "Even if you've fought a sword battle, you still can't withstand waiting for me. Once the battle is lost, you will die. The old lady wants you to taste all sorts of poisons and then die."
Nan Jianyi shook his head and said, "Goodbye, I don't know when I am going to die."
Nan Sword could manipulate the trick with his two hands. In the eleven array formations, many people couldn't guess that the Fine Sword Formation at the bottom was slowly moving, and swordsmanship was spreading. It connected ten Sword Formations like a spider web. The top ten Sword Formations immediately underwent new transformations.
Initially, each swordsman had only one attribute; now each one had ten attributes, making it unpredictable and unparalleled.
Someone awakened and said, "The final battle of swords is about exchanging and integrating the power of ten battlefields."
The crowd nodded and said, "It looks like that."
"No!"
