C1490 A Modified Weapon

"Kakakaka..."

"Crack, crack, crack, crack..."

Every time the swords collided with each other, Gu Ruoxu felt that his body was numb and his chest was short. The circulation of true qi in his body seemed to be in disorder.

This was not the result of the backlash of brute force.

"Your weapon is quite interesting."

"Hahaha