C451 Perceived (1) (1/2)

Tang Yuanqing's face was solemn. He was no longer as arrogant as before!

He coldly stared at Tang Ruoxi, and more accurately, stared at the Dragoncry Sword in Tang Ruoxi's hand and said: ”I never expected that Chu Mo would actually lend you this sword!”

He had said these words before!

At this moment, repeating these words again naturally had a different meaning!

This time, Tang Ruoxi understood!

It was because she already experienced the power of the sword and guessed that the sword was an existence like sacristy at the very least. Its power was unimaginable and it simply had the ability to defy the heavens.

Thinking about it, Tang Ruoxi's heart started to feel warm.

In the crucial moment of the Top 10, Chu Mo had unselfishly lent her the treasure sword, there was no lack of love.

As a teenage girl, any boy who had any feelings of 'love' for her would feel her heart palpitate.

Even if it was ”love”, it was just love!

Holding onto the Dragoncry Sword's sword hilt, Tang Ruoxi felt that she was holding onto Chu Mo's hand. With a smile that was like flowers, Tang Ruoxi said: ”Seventh Brother, with this sword in your hand, it seems like it will be difficult for you to win against me!”

Tang Yuanqing smiled coldly and said, ”Even if you have sacristy with you, it's still only an external force. In the end, it's not your own strength, so how much can you control?”

With the Dragoncry Sword in his hands, Tang Ruoxi was fully confident, and he was not afraid of the Teenage in front of him, and said: ”Even if it is an external force, it is still a part of our fighting strength. Although we are not able to completely control it, it is enough!”

”Enough? What a good one, that's enough! ”

Hearing this, Tang Yuan Qing's face became more and more unsightly. He felt that he had been looked down upon, and said with a stern voice: ”It seems, you really think that with the sacristy in your hands, you can fight with me!”

Tang Ruoxi lightly picked up the longsword s and pointed at Tang Yuanqing. There was no need to explicitly answer any further.

Seeing this, Tang Yuanqing no longer said anything. His aura suddenly erupted and endless golden light shot out from his body. From afar, it looked like a scorching sun, shining against the blazing sun in the sky.

The longsword in his hands danced wildly as the intense golden colored Sword Light cut through the air, bringing about streams of white colored turbulence that moved along the sword light's trajectory. It was beautiful yet dangerous.

”Fake Golden Flood Dragon Sword!”

With that, he slashed out with his sword!

Suddenly, rays of golden light spread out and weaved an illusory golden flood dragon in the air.