When the armed forces of the Patrol Team arrived, whether it was Zhang Yu, Bai Zhenzhen, or Yue Jincheng, they all stopped what they were doing and even raised their hands, showing they had no intention to continue fighting.
And around the three of them, streams of sword light were flickering back and forth.
The sword light was like lightning surging through the air, emitting a chilling sword intent that made the skin on Zhang Yu's hands and face sting.
Zhang Yu thought to himself, "Is it a military-grade flying sword?"
He knew, unlike the civilian-grade flying swords he had seen before, this military-grade flying sword used by the patrol team weaponized members could transform sword qi into a rainbow, forming large or small, extendable or retractable sword light.
Zhang Yu thought, "Once the military-grade flying sword in front of us unleashes, it could probably cut through the three of us like slicing melons."
