Flying Cloud sword technique! You are a disciple of the Flying Cloud sect. Stop!
Blood hand Wu mo cried out in alarm.
"You think I'll stop just because you say so?"
The noble young master sneered. His sword light did not stop, forcing Wu mo to retreat.
Puchi!
In the end, the noble son's sword light left a long wound on Wu Mo's arm, and blood flowed out.
At this moment, the noble young master sheathed his sword and stood up. He said proudly, " "This time, I'm just teaching you a lesson. Next time, you'll die! Remember, I'm the core disciple of the Flying Cloud sect, Xu Feiyun. What bloody hand? You're just trash in the eyes of the Flying Cloud sect. "
so he's a core disciple of the Flying Cloud sect. No wonder he's so strong. This Wu mo is just asking for it.
Lu Ming came to a realization. He shook his head and smiled.
In the eastern part of the blazing sun Empire, the mystical sword sect was naturally the Supreme Overlord.
