In the field, everything was silent.

Ye Xuan held the Lingxiu Sword and stood in front of Ling Han and others. The Lingxiu Sword in his hand gave off the bleak sword radiance.

Sharpness!

Ye Xuan and the sword in his hand gave people this feeling. It's as if he could even smash a hole in the sky.

Not far from the right side of Ye Xuan was Lu Banzhuang. Her eyes were half-closed, and she looked like an old monk in seclusion... ...