C1193 One Inch Short Risk

A sword could also be excited. It sounded incredible, but Qin Lang had seen it with his own eyes. As expected of a Spirit Sword, this was something that could be clearly divided.

A single drop of dragon's blood essence was enough to let the Spirit Sword know whether Qin Lang was good or bad for it.

For this Spirit Sword, even if it were to kill one hundred and thousand male chickens