At the Old Daoist's loud cry, the long sword at Yan Chixia's waist began to vibrate slightly. Grasping it tightly to keep it still, Yan Chixia shot a startled look at the Old Daoist.
Just then, a withered tree branch shot toward the Old Daoist. Yet even faster than the branch was a sword flying in from outside the hall. Four feet and three inches long, the blade surged with a cold gleam, instantly marking it as no ordinary weapon.
The Old Daoist was only slightly stunned before he caught the long sword and slashed toward the tree roots.
Chapter 271