"Sword Qi!"
"Sword Momentum!"
"Sword Intent!"
Ximen Piaoxue's eyes turned cold to the extreme.
His body shook violently, and an even more terrifying aura, like a flood, erupted from within him.
The light blue sword blade in his hand trembled violently, slicing through the air, emitting a chilling sword light.
At this moment.
The power erupting from Ximen Piaoxue instantly suppressed the power released by Linghu Yun.
"Is this... the power of the Ximen Clan?"
Ye Xuan was utterly shocked, his eyes filled with amazement, and he said in surprise.
"He comprehends the sword, and everything turns to nothing."
Ximen Piaoxue laughed heartily, with sword light flickering around his body, countless sharp sword blades, though illusory, had deadly power.
Ye Xuan was incredibly serious, staring at the thin silhouette of Ximen Piaoxue, filled with respect for the Ximen Clan.
