Mo Sheng grabs the hand of the bell and tightens it slightly. His indifferent eyes suddenly brighten, and a pure light flies like thunder in his eyes.

"jingling bell!" As soon as the left hand is raised, the bell is thrown into the air, and Mo Sheng's head is not raised. When he eats, he points out two fingers together. A three finger thick dark green sword Qi emerges through his fingers. It strikes the black bell like a thunderbolt.

even if they are far away, Chen Tianming and his family can still feel the sharp and incomparable sword from the sword Qi.

Mo Sheng is a sword maker, but...