However, a cold aura flashed across his body. In the next moment, another wave of power overflowed.
An origin divine weapon!
Zhang Ting's face turned ugly as she looked at Liu Long with a cold gaze, her eyes filled with killing intent!
He dared to sneak attack him!
She took a step back and felt a little uncomfortable in her chest. Her opponent's ninth refinement force was still extremely powerful. If not for the origin divine weapon, her internal organs might have been injured by that punch!
Her face was cold as ice, and an ice sword, or rather, an ice awl, instantly formed in her hand!
That long and thin weapon, which was like an icicle, instantly pierced towards Liu Long's eye!
To think that a douqian Martial Master, who was not even as fearsome as Yuan Shuo, would dare to launch a sneak attack on him ... He was truly courting death!
