Bai Peng held a snow-white long sword in his hand. The blade had already cut his hands, and the bright blood flowed out and was absorbed by the sword.
The blood-red light formed a light group, enveloping Bai Peng and the sword.
"Whoa!" At this moment, a man in black suddenly appeared in the room. He looked at Bai Peng and said respectfully: "Young Master Qi, I just received the news that Dugu Qiubei has gone down the mountain and is heading to Sword City.
Fly here.
" Bai Peng opened his eyes instantly after hearing this. In his dark eyes, there was a faint flash of blood, which looked a little evil.
The man in black looked at Bai Peng's somewhat pale face and smiled bitterly: "Young City Lord, you have used your essence and blood to nourish your sword for half a month, which has already caused damage to your foundation. Even if you win this battle, both sides will suffer losses. It is worth it."
"Is it?" Bai Peng said coldly: "It's worth it!" After saying that, Bai Peng took out a pill and swallowed it. After a while, his pale face slowly turned rosy, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and his aura was also...
Recovered as before.
The man in black shook his head. Bai Peng had spent many days cultivating his sword with his essence and blood. Now that he had to fight with others fiercely, his foundation must have been severely damaged, which had already affected his talent and was not conducive to his future growth.
But if the other party insists on doing this, the man in black can't do anything about it.