The internal confrontation competition was imminent, and after Lang Chuan got the seven-star sword magic trick, he didn't sleep all night, and with great effort, he finally cultivated to a heavy heaven, and then in the dead of night, he secretly flew the sword to his own exclusive combat training ground.

Lang Chuan sat cross-legged on the Lying Cow Stone, meditating with his eyes closed, and the dew of the late night had already wet his clothes without revealing a trace.

"Sword Shadow Spectroscopy!"

In the middle of the night, Lang Chuan let out a loud shout, only to see the entire turquoise Tianxuan Sword, that is, the former Junzi Sword, suddenly turned into five identical Tianxuan Swords, shuttling back and forth on his head at a rapid pace.

Lang Chuan looked at the speeding Tianxuan Sword and frowned, the difference between the effect of the condensed Tianxuan Sword and the sword shadow spectroscopy reflected in the memory of the ancient spirit was still too great, he gritted his teeth, desperately mentioned the aura, and pinched the sword trick in his left hand, and the green tendons protruded.

The five speeding Tianxuan swords suddenly increased their flight speed, and gradually the outline of the sword could no longer be seen, only the afterimages of the swords loomed in the air.

Lang Chuan saw the slightest change, his heart was full of positive energy, his face was excited, and he continued to hold back his aura and seek breakthroughs again and again.

The internal confrontation competition was imminent, and after Lang Chuan got the seven-star sword magic trick, he didn't sleep all night, and with great effort, he finally cultivated to a heavy heaven, and then in the dead of night, he secretly flew the sword to his own exclusive combat training ground.

Lang Chuan sat cross-legged on the Lying Cow Stone, meditating with his eyes closed, and the dew of the late night had already wet his clothes without revealing a trace.

"Sword Shadow Spectroscopy!"

In the middle of the night, Lang Chuan let out a loud shout, only to see the entire turquoise Tianxuan Sword, that is, the former Junzi Sword, suddenly turned into five identical Tianxuan Swords, shuttling back and forth on his head at a rapid pace.

Lang Chuan looked at the speeding Tianxuan Sword and frowned, the difference between the effect of the condensed Tianxuan Sword and the sword shadow spectroscopy reflected in the memory of the ancient spirit was still too great, he gritted his teeth, desperately mentioned the aura, and pinched the sword trick in his left hand, and the green tendons protruded.

The five speeding Tianxuan swords suddenly increased their flight speed, and gradually the outline of the sword could no longer be seen, only the afterimages of the swords loomed in the air.

Lang Chuan saw the slightest change, his heart was full of positive energy, his face was excited, and he continued to hold back his aura and seek breakthroughs again and again. The internal confrontation competition was imminent, and after Lang Chuan got the seven-star sword magic trick, he didn't sleep all night, and with great effort, he finally cultivated to a heavy heaven, and then in the dead of night, he secretly flew the sword to his own exclusive combat training ground.

Lang Chuan sat cross-legged on the Lying Cow Stone, meditating with his eyes closed, and the dew of the late night had already wet his clothes without revealing a trace.

"Sword Shadow Spectroscopy!"

In the middle of the night, Lang Chuan let out a loud shout, only to see the entire turquoise Tianxuan Sword, that is, the former Junzi Sword, suddenly turned into five identical Tianxuan Swords, shuttling back and forth on his head at a rapid pace.

Lang Chuan looked at the speeding Tianxuan Sword and frowned, the difference between the effect of the condensed Tianxuan Sword and the sword shadow spectroscopy reflected in the memory of the ancient spirit was still too great, he gritted his teeth, desperately mentioned the aura, and pinched the sword trick in his left hand, and the green tendons protruded.

The five speeding Tianxuan swords suddenly increased their flight speed, and gradually the outline of the sword could no longer be seen, only the afterimages of the swords loomed in the air.

Lang Chuan saw the slightest change, his heart was full of positive energy, his face was excited, and he continued to hold back his aura and seek breakthroughs again and again. The internal confrontation competition was imminent, and after Lang Chuan got the seven-star sword magic trick, he didn't sleep all night, and with great effort, he finally cultivated to a heavy heaven, and then in the dead of night, he secretly flew the sword to his own exclusive combat training ground.

Lang Chuan sat cross-legged on the Lying Cow Stone, meditating with his eyes closed, and the dew of the late night had already wet his clothes without revealing a trace.

"Sword Shadow Spectroscopy!"

In the middle of the night, Lang Chuan let out a loud shout, only to see the entire turquoise Tianxuan Sword, that is, the former Junzi Sword, suddenly turned into five identical Tianxuan Swords, shuttling back and forth on his head at a rapid pace.

Lang Chuan looked at the speeding Tianxuan Sword and frowned, the difference between the effect of the condensed Tianxuan Sword and the sword shadow spectroscopy reflected in the memory of the ancient spirit was still too great, he gritted his teeth, desperately mentioned the aura, and pinched the sword trick in his left hand, and the green tendons protruded.

The five speeding Tianxuan swords suddenly increased their flight speed, and gradually the outline of the sword could no longer be seen, only the afterimages of the swords loomed in the air.

Lang Chuan saw the slightest change, his heart was full of positive energy, his face was excited, and he continued to hold back his aura and seek breakthroughs again and again. The internal confrontation competition was imminent, and after Lang Chuan got the seven-star sword magic trick, he didn't sleep all night, and with great effort, he finally cultivated to a heavy heaven, and then in the dead of night, he secretly flew the sword to his own exclusive combat training ground.

Lang Chuan sat cross-legged on the Lying Cow Stone, meditating with his eyes closed, and the dew of the late night had already wet his clothes without revealing a trace.

"Sword Shadow Spectroscopy!"

In the middle of the night, Lang Chuan let out a loud shout, only to see the entire turquoise Tianxuan Sword, that is, the former Junzi Sword, suddenly turned into five identical Tianxuan Swords, shuttling back and forth on his head at a rapid pace.

Lang Chuan looked at the speeding Tianxuan Sword and frowned, the difference between the effect of the condensed Tianxuan Sword and the sword shadow spectroscopy reflected in the memory of the ancient spirit was still too great, he gritted his teeth, desperately mentioned the aura, and pinched the sword trick in his left hand, and the green tendons protruded.

The five speeding Tianxuan swords suddenly increased their flight speed, and gradually the outline of the sword could no longer be seen, only the afterimages of the swords loomed in the air.

Lang Chuan saw the slightest change, his heart was full of positive energy, his face was excited, and he continued to hold back his aura and seek breakthroughs again and again. The internal confrontation competition was imminent, and after Lang Chuan got the seven-star sword magic trick, he didn't sleep all night, and with great effort, he finally cultivated to a heavy heaven, and then in the dead of night, he secretly flew the sword to his own exclusive combat training ground.

Lang Chuan sat cross-legged on the Lying Cow Stone, meditating with his eyes closed, and the dew of the late night had already wet his clothes without revealing a trace.

"Sword Shadow Spectroscopy!"

In the middle of the night, Lang Chuan let out a loud shout, only to see the entire turquoise Tianxuan Sword, that is, the former Junzi Sword, suddenly turned into five identical Tianxuan Swords, shuttling back and forth on his head at a rapid pace.

Lang Chuan looked at the speeding Tianxuan Sword and frowned, his left hand pinched the sword technique, and the green tendons protruded.