"How do you know if it's possible if you don't try?"
Mo Ruyue raised her eyebrows slightly.
Vaguely, she felt that she had the aura of a protagonist.
With the Heaven-cleaving Sword in her hand, Mo Ruyue lifted it up.
With a swoosh, the Heaven-cleaving Sword was easily taken out by Mo Ruyue.
This was the highlight of Mo Ruyue's life.
She did not expect that the Heaven-cleaving Sword would really be pulled out by her.
Was he lucky enough to buy a lottery ticket?
Of course, there was no lottery in this era.
A few pairs of eyes stared at Mo Ruyue.
Shock and doubt flashed in their eyes.
Mo Ruyue raised the Heaven-cleaving Sword in her hand.
"Look, this is the Heaven-cleaving Sword."
Mo Ruyue said loudly.
The shock in Mo Chengfeng's eyes turned into joy.
"Ruyue, you're so powerful. How did you pull out the Heaven-cleaving Sword?"
He couldn't use any strength before.
