His eyes passed over the sword bit by bit. This weather-beaten fairy sword was now showing its glory again, but it couldn't lose its momentum because of it.

There was no wind or rain, but there was a sudden chill in the hall.

On the fairy mountain of Qinle Palace, for some reason, there was a blanket of white snow, falling like flowers.

After a moment, the snowflakes became more intense, as if they were burying something.

In the main hall, thousands of disciples had angry eyes. Under the playing of the strings, accompanied by the sound of killing, hundreds of thousands of Dharma signs came towards them like iron horses with golden swords.

Chen Changsheng raised his hand and picked up a sword flower.

In an instant, the flying snow outside the hall slowed down, and the attacking Dharma in front of him stopped.

The people in the palace had different expressions, and they all turned still at this moment.

Swing out a sword!

The sword energy spread from the soles of his feet like a crescent moon.
Chapter completed!