The disciple from the good water sword sect looked at Zhao Hai and snorted, " "You think you've got us? Jing hai, you're too arrogant. Today, I'll let you know the power of the virtuous water sword sect. "
Zhao Hai looked at the people from the good water sword sect and sneered, " "I really want to know how powerful the good water sword sect is." After saying that, Zhao Hai's hands moved and he threw out two punches at the same time.
The disciple from the good water sword sect was shocked and immediately moved. He knew that he would be in danger if he was hit by Zhao Hai's fist. If he was entangled by Zhao Hai's Iron Fist, he would have no chance at all. He was using a sword technique and he had to hold the sword in his hand.
The man from the good water sword sect turned into a sharp sword and charged toward Zhao Hai. The water-like intent above his head also turned into a stream and flowed toward Zhao Hai.
