Zhuge Qingshan raised his hands and looked at them, now covered in wrinkles, the aura of death and decay had begun to envelop him.
"To kill you in an instant is enough."
Zhuge Qingshan calmly looked at Moon Howling Demon Saint and suddenly discarded the golden longsword in his hand.
The next moment, Zhuge Qingshan astonishingly reached out and drew a stained sword from his spine, containing an incomparably sharp aura, slicing even the space itself and causing a slight distortion the moment it was unsheathed!
"This sword is called Taixu, I have nurtured it within my spine for three hundred years, normally irrigating it with essence blood and sword qi. Today is its first time out of the sheath, and also the last."
Moon Howling Demon Saint suddenly sensed a terrifying aura descending, which made even his heart tremble.
Without any hesitation, Moon Howling Demon Saint turned and fled directly!
But the next moment, Zhuge Qingshan's lifebound sword Taixu suddenly shattered.
