One inch, two inches, three inches

Although the Soaring Snake Sword, which has been suppressed for a long time, has not been completely unsheathed, the sharp and cracking sword energy has already stirred up, as if it is about to kill the world and turn the whole world into a Shura field.

However, when it is pulled out to three inches.

Click!

The blade of the sword seemed to be stuck, unable to move forward even half an inch.

Yang Qi's face looked as ugly as constipation, and his wrist seemed to be pressed against a mountain. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it at all.

He looked at Ye Fan, his eyes were about to burst, and he roared angrily: Brat, what kind of magic did you use?!

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

The outer courtyard disciples who were still confused before are now completely awake.

It turns out that Yang Qi's inability to draw his sword was really because of Ye Fan.

But the next moment, the same question arose in everyone's mind——
Chapter completed!