He stood there for a long time.

Until finally, a sword intent suddenly appeared on his body.

Lines of sword energy emerged out of thin air, seeming to slice through everything around them.

Yan Beian raised his hand and a sword fell into his hand.

He raised his hand and chopped it off.

It seemed like a sudden wave passed over this place.

This sword already has a three-dimensional appearance.

"Zheng..."

The sword passed and left a sound, cutting down thousands of plants and trees.

Yan Beian lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand. He suddenly put down the sword and leaned down to bow.

"Sword Mountain Yan Beian, thank you two seniors for giving me the sword!"

This sound resounded throughout the entire fairy island.

However, Zhao Yuqing didn't care about this sentence, but Chen Changsheng couldn't hear it.

After paying homage, Yan Beian carried the broken sword box on his back.

Yan Beian took a step forward and left this fairy island.

He didn't last ten years, nor did he learn Zhao Yuqing's sword.

But now, it doesn't matter which sword it is.
Chapter completed!