Chapter 180
“Zhang Wenyin, I’d like to enter the Iron Blood Clan. Please grant me permission. ”
When asked why he would seek out death, he replied, “Didn’t you tell me, Zhang Wenyin, that whenever there is a crisis in the Zhongyuan, the black light of the shaman has always shone through. I have no doubt that this is one of those times.”
With those words, I had to shake myself out of my thoughts.
Kwagagagagak!
A blow like that from a highly trained louse with a club.
It can’t be.
The breathing of the Shamanic Sect’s longest-serving master, the Zen Heavenly Sword White Pearl, became ragged.
“This is it, Wen. I rushed past the others because I heard that the shaman’s sword could do something.”
The reason for this was that what he was holding was not a club, but a sword, and a sword that was notoriously ignorant.
The giant esophagus in Zhao Yilmen’s right hand slices through the ground, sending a shockwave that reverberates all the way to where Baekye is sitting. It’s as if an earth dragon is swimming through the earth, like an ocean, and its momentum is intense.
The tip of the sword in Bai Xiaochuang’s hand extends forward five characters and draws a small circle. The idea is to utilize the opponent’s strength to break his or her stubbornness and obstinacy.
Taegeukhye Sword (Tai Chi Hui Sword).
A shaman’s pride and white rice.
Faced with Cao Yilmun’s Qi, the sword’s aura naturally drew him in, and he used it to harm his opponent.
