Lin Yun didn't hesitate, reaching out to take the sword. In an instant, his right hand was frozen a ghastly white.,Regardless of anything else, Lin Yun took his sword and rushed out the door toward the Sword Washing Pavilion.,The blade drew out half an inch, a gust of cold wind sweeping out. Su Ziyao swiftly sheathed the sword again, her movements so fast that one only saw a flash of cold light.。