In the distance.
Wen Xian stood there motionless, but the golden silk robe was already stained with blood, drip, drip, the blood slowly dropping to the ground along the red Immortal Sword.
Buzz!
The hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
But his gaze remained locked on the mysterious strong opponent standing in the void.
Too strong.
The cultivation of this mysterious strong opponent was too high, he was simply not a match.
He even found that the opponent seemed to be toying with him, with two Dao Artifacts in possession, he couldn't even ensure his own safety.
When did such a strong person appear in the Black Demon Platform?
Who exactly is he?
"This Dao Artifact Immortal Sword is not bad. For a Taiwu Immortal Sect disciple to have such a Taoist Sword, he must have a good status in the Immortal Sect and be quite favored."
"But now you go and die for me."
As the words fell.
