"Long~~", the top of Tianzhu Mountain was cut off a layer flatly. The mountain wind blew away the smoke and dust in the sky, and gradually two human figures appeared, one standing and one kneeling. The standing old man put his hands behind his back, his loose black clothes rustling in the wind, his flying white hair and tall and straight figure, seeming to form a stone statue that is integrated with this mountain of more than 1,000 feet, majestic and inviolable. Only the thick snake tail exposed under the robe and the pair of jewel-like blue eyes revealed endless weirdness. The "stone statue" remained motionless and calmly spat out: "Kang Long's three swords are nothing more than that. How could Fuxi die here? Come back with the second sword, Ziyu!"
The kneeling young man was in a miserable state, and his gray cloth clothes had been soaked with blood, making him indistinguishable from his true colors. He was holding the Ziwei sword and covering his chest tightly with his other hand. He slowly raised his head. His face was frighteningly pale, and his eyes under his thick eyebrows were covered with a sickly white mist. It turns out that the price for inspiring Kang Long's First Sword is to take away his light.
Finally standing up straight, he faced this "peak" destined to be insurmountable and raised his sword steadily again. "My name is 'Falcon'!!" The second sword turned into a long dragon with lightning and flint cracking all over its body and once again roared and soared into the sky.