"Ouyang Shanshan! If you remain silent, nobody will think you're mute!" The young man roared fiercely with a layer of dark clouds covering his face. He flipped his hand and held a longsword that was emitting cold light in his hand. The body of the sword was inlaid with a specially-shaped mold. The mold looked like a coiling dragon that twisted around the sword. The tip of the sword was a ferocious dragon head!
"Swish!" The tip of the longsword suddenly pointed at Yun Feng, and a stream of air surged towards her again. Yun Feng swung the longsword in her hand abruptly, and the sword hummed. The air flow was cut in half!
The young man gritted his teeth fiercely. "Yun Feng, is it? You made me lose face today. If I don't beat you to the ground, I will change my name!"
