Chapter 892: Sword is to be put on a page. There is a blood-red air in front of Linghutian.

The air is spinning and sending out a terrible breath. Within a moment, a dark golden sword is condensed.

This is a sword condensed by blood.

The soul of Linghutian is a tiger-loving sword.

In order to break through the miracle, the soul of war is integrated into the blood, and naturally, the sword in his hand is condensed from the blood.

The people below felt the reddish red in the hands of the young people. After burning the sword with red flame, their legs were trembling and beans of sweat...