"That's good. " Ling Wushang smiled indifferently and slashed out with his sword.
Wei Wuji also unsheathed his black broadsword. The two swords clashed, making a Dragon's Roar. A storm swirled in the air, and in an instant, sand and stones flew up, blocking the two figures.
"Good swordsmanship!" Wei Wuji's wild roar came from the flying sand and stone shadows. Obviously, the number one lunatic of the sage state in the sect had gone crazy again.
Meng Luo was shocked. Just as she was about to help Ling Wushang, she immediately heard Wei Wuji's muffled groan. It was obvious that he had suffered a small loss.
Before Meng Luo could make a decision, another series of sword-clanging sounds as dense as raindrops came, along with Wei Wuji's angry roar.
