87 A God-Like Sword

The wind blew strongly against them. Zhou Xuanji's hands felt a little sore.

　　He held the sword for three days and three nights, with only a little rest along the way, in which he needed Jiang Xue to support him.

　　Zhao Congjian flew to Ah Big's side and asked, "Master, how much longer do you have to hold that sword up?"

　　Jiang Xue took out some pills and popped them into Zhou Xuanji's mouth.

　　"Don't ask so much. You will understand later," Zhou Xuanji said calmly

　　Zhao Congjian became even more curious. He thought of the scene when Zhou Xuanji was facing off Meng Tianlang and came to some realization.

　　He looked carefully at the Furious Ape Sword and drew some distance on his sword.

　　"Such good scenery in front. My appointed battle with Meng Tianlang at the border is near. At that time, wait for my good news." Xiao Jinghong said with a smile.