Ding...
The crisp sound of metal colliding rang out. It was smaller than he had imagined, but the strength was more stable than he had imagined!
Ian’s pupils constricted, and he looked at the person who had received his sword with some seriousness... ...
It was obvious that the delicate elf had emerald-colored pupils that were completely different from the green of undead like them. There was a light that was brimming with vitality, but this light wasn’t looking at him. Instead, it was looking at Yu Mo across from him...
And the position where the two swords met was even stranger.
Compared to Ian’s huge black sword, Feng Dou Dou’s slender short sword was like a toothpick, but it firmly held the other party. The strangest thing was that the position where the two swords met seemed to have sunk into the body of the huge sword, the two swords were actually stuck in the middle of the body of the huge sword, giving people an extremely strange feeling!
“Illusion?”
