Chapter 493 - A Seemingly Familiar Sword Comes Back

Why didn’t Nan Qü take back his sword?

Was it an icy cold corpse or something like a sword sheath or something like that?

Would this Nan Qü in the coffin wake up?

“Nan Wang?!”

Pah!!! Pah!!! Pah!!!

A moment later, her body swayed a few times, her face turning pale.

The red lantern was set ablaze; and soon it was burned into ashes.

Pah!!!

Countless bright rays of light shot out from her eyes.

Pah!!! Pah!!! Pah!!!

Witnessing this, Jing Jiu realized that his calculation turned out to be incomplete.

The ruined temple was filled with rubble.

The burning red lantern turned into a few wafts of green smoke.

He had to stop short here because the solid ice was up ahead.

Yet, the Green Mountain Sect couldn’t accept such an outcome.

A Cultivation practitioner inquired surprisingly, “What kind of being is this strange bird?”

“This is the Principal Guard of Green Mountain, the Dark Phoenix,” Bu Qiuxiao said.

His tail soaked red with the whale’s blood, dripping onto the deck.

The Dark Phoenix nodded slightly to show his appreciation, and entered the cabin.

On the Cloud Boat of the Center Sect.

His voice similarly echoed throughout the West Ocean.

Here was the ocean.

What he talked about was not this patch of the ocean.

There was an uproar among the Cultivation practitioners of various sects.

The expression on Bu Qiuxiao’s face grew grave.

The Godly Swordsman’s statement was tantamount to admitting his true identity.

He was the disciple of the Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island.

“Many people are present today; it’s very good.”

Having said that, he extended his right hand slowly.

The ruined temple in the barren mountain had already collapsed.

The short and skinny old man stood amid the ruins, looking at Nan Wang quietly.

He cultivated himself into a sword first, and then developed the sword ghost from it.

Neither the late Pei Baifa nor Xilai would choose such a fighting style.

But, Nan Qü didn’t have to worry about this, as he had tempered himself into a sword.

The sword ghost could kill people, and the sword could kill people as well.

Yet, the sword ghost wouldn’t be extinct after the destruction of the sword.

This was a marvelous idea and an amazing fighting style.

It was the founding of a new sect in the truest sense.

Nan Qü was definitely an equal of himself and his Big Brother.

Nan Qü’s gaze landed on Jing Jiu’s face and remained there for a long time.

It was quiet in the ruins of the temple and the barren mountain.