A woman was standing before Yang Ye. She wore a white dress, and she had a cold and aloof expression. She was like a piece of 10,000 year old ice and emanated ghastly coldness. Her figure was ethereal and indistinct like smoke, and it was like she would be blown away with the wind at any moment.

After she appeared here, the sword intent in the surroundings surged towards her and were completely absorbed by her.

The sword spirit!

She was the sword spirit who had been in deep ...