C2009 Swordsmanship Is Nameless

Xiao Chen leaned on his arms and stood on the platform. There was a breeze blowing, causing his hair to fly.

Her eyes were filled with a cold aloofness.

Within it, countless sword lights were reflected, each one formless.

At this moment, there was no sign of any immortal energy in Xiao Chen's body. He did not know what the sword aura was