The sword lights and treasures of the other two directly collided with Han Muye.
The void was imprisoned by these three attacks, as if it was about to shatter.
"Hehe, three half-sages," Han Muye narrowed his eyes and spoke softly, "How much do you look down on me?"
Looking down on him!
The sword light rose, a long sword flew out from the sword sheath behind Han Muye.
Infinite Unity Sword
Spiritual treasure!
"Buzz!"
The long sword transformed into countless sword lights. With a light twist, all three attacks in front of him shattered.
The sword marks on the long staff penetrated three inches deep, almost being cut off by a sword.
The long sword in the hands of the sword cultivator had already been cut into three pieces by a sword.
The most miserable one was the Taoist who manipulated the long whip, which was twisted into countless segments.