Ling Yichen and Gongxi kuangdao's expressions changed at the same time. Although they had already reached the early stages of ethereal cultivation and possessed the boundless sea and sky, as well as the unparalleled and wild martial arts conception, they still felt a sense of powerlessness in the face of this sword. After all, crazy Wei was currently displaying the sword might of a Grandmaster.
Opposite him, Meng Luo's face did not show any signs of remorse. The red Air around her body surged like flames, and the surrounding air seemed to evaporate under the high temperature, forming a distorted and illusory image.
Meng Luo dragged her huge sword, and her figure rolled toward Wei Wuji like a burning flame.
With a clear shout, Meng Luo's feet stopped and her body spun on the spot like a top. The giant sword in her hand drew a beautiful arc and slashed upwards from the bottom.
