chapter 394 As a fellow swordsman, I'll send you off

A sword, like a fairy. Michael York was wearing a long gown, looking superior to everyone else, and half of his hair was white. The black and white hair fluttered slightly in the breeze. Michael York put his left hand lightly behind his back, and gently grasped a three-foot wooden sword in his right hand. His figure was elegant and lofty, as if he was in the world, and yet outside of it. "Besides him, there is probably no other swordsmanship like this in the world." All the sword cultivators...