"Shut up!"
Bo Yuqing's expression became uglier and uglier. With a flash of the ancient dust sword, a sharp sword light shot over.
Yunxiao's injuries had only recovered a little, so he did not dare to take the attack head-on. you're far inferior to Lu congzi. He's doing bad things with a clear mind, but you still have a conscience and are just avoiding it. I advise you to turn back.
"Turn back? If you have the ability to make me turn back, I'm willing to, but do you have it?"
Bo Yuqing sneered. The ancient dust sword's sword shadow rose and transformed into a Dragon, falling down like scattered flowers.
"Wailing sword rain wind!"
The powerful sword Dragon transformed into a hurricane of sword rain, crushing the space and devouring everything.
Yunxiao retreated, not wanting to fight him head-on.
