A sword dashed down from the starry sky.

The sword was white all over. The tip of the sword was red, just like plum blossoms in the snow, cold but lurid.

Ye Xuan looked at the sword falling with a scared face.

Seeing Ye Xuan’s expression, Taoist Mountain Ghost and the others looked awful.

They and Ye Xuan were on the same team, so they naturally did not want anything to happen to Ye Xuan! Because once Ye Xuan died, they would lose ...