The strange weapon that was blown away regrouped and became more and more courageous as the battle went on!
A charging weapon, its characteristic is that every time it is defeated, it becomes stronger.
Until the end, invincible!
The power of the Hundred Swords was brought to its fullest in the hands of Nuyan Gan Jiang.
The strange voice below murmured, "Only Nuyan Gan Jiang can achieve this. If the Mo Xie next to him were to control all these ten thousand swords, wouldn't he be defeated without a doubt?"
"Even Gan Jiang is so powerful, Moye must be incredibly powerful too."
"Even if I can't control ten thousand swords, a hundred swords shouldn't be a problem."
Amidst everyone's fearful and expectant gazes, Mo Xie moved.
It slowly raised its hands, one hand touched the biceps of the angry-faced general, and the other hand clenched into a fist, placing it just below its chin, and then—
"My husband is so great!"
With the blessing of pure love, Nuyan Ganjiang's speed in controlling the hundred swords became faster and faster.
Moye plays the role of black silk, increasing the attack speed of Nuyan Gan Jiang.
The sounds were great and powerful, and the hundred swords almost became a hundred afterimages, with the flowing lines appearing beautifully under the moonlight.
When everyone was paying attention to the angry Gan Jiang and his useless little wife.
He was only wearing a black suit, and he glanced at the shadow behind the angry Gan Jiang.
There was no mirror, but this time, the other party no longer suppressed everyone. Everyone could look up, not only to see the phantom, but even the dragon's shadow.
I saw the shadow's tattered coat, old and skinny feet, and then his skinny chest, covered with a street fortune teller's robe, and a pair of eyes that had long been blind.
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