At the same time, the double sabers seemed to possess an allure.
The spiritual power within Double Saber Nie Bing's body was drawn out like threads.
It formed a wisp of white spiritual power like cloud mist, adhering to the double sabers.
With the threads becoming denser and denser.
The double sabers in Nie Bing's hands began to turn eerily red.
The whole blade was exceptionally sinister.
It seemed as if they were stained in blood.
This sinister feeling was like seeing ghost fire in a cemetery.
A bad feeling always rose within the heart.
What is evil?
At this moment, Nie Bing's brilliantly scarlet double sabers exuded an air of evil.
"This time, prepare to die! Forcing me to this point is your honor."
Nie Bing gritted his teeth and spoke.
At this moment, his face was extremely ferocious, seemingly enduring immense pain.
Indeed, the Chopping Blade he used for the first time was not a complete martial technique.
