"Hey, good brother, didn't you say you have a black sword? Take it out and let us see how it is!" Liu Linfeng asked curiously. "Why is the black sword with a broken head so powerful? It must be something extraordinary. The sword was given by a martyr, and the red powder was given to the beauty. As a warrior, how can one not be tempted by the magic weapons?"
"It's not so amazing. Well, it's this sword." Xie Jian took out the Lonely Ghost Sword and placed it in front of everyone.
"I don't think it's anything special! It's similar to Ying Xue's weird sword! Haha!" Liu Linfeng looked at the broken black sword and didn't find anything special, so he withdrew his eyes.
"I said there's nothing special about it. It's not even as beautiful as Brother Hai's white sword." Xie Bingyi put on a pitif
