"Clang!"
A crisp sound resonated, the treasure sword unsheathed three inches.
Under the night sky, the cold light was biting.
Fan Cun examined the treasure sword in his hands closely, seeing it shimmer like autumn water, as if reflecting the cold light of the stars above.
Engraved on the part of the sword that had been unsheathed were two characters: "Tangxi."
"It seems to be a treasure sword.
"No wonder Yu Jiaxuan's poems always involve weapons related to swordsmanship.
"I've used the long spear too much; it's not bad to use a sword this time."
As a player known for his fighting ability, Fan Cun's combat talent was undoubtedly unquestionable. Moreover, players were not that dependent on the type of weapons they used.
Although Fan Cun preferred the long spear, occasionally using a sword or blade was no problem for him.
