C632 No one can see the poor monk

The heavenly blade in Chu Yun's hand appeared to be a shadow, revolving rapidly in the air, countless of blade Qi shot out in the surroundings, in the blink of an eye they all merged together.

Under the control of his will, all sorts of blade energies weaved back and forth, gradually forming a vast picture of a mountain and river.

Chu Yun stood in the air, his robes fluttering in the wind