The white mist-like flying sword flew very slowly. It was like a piece of ice that melted rapidly in the air.
The moment Luo Ming made his move, Meng Qing realized that he had been exposed.
He didn't dare to delay. With a leap, he rushed out of the valley!
The other party's flying sword made his heart skip a beat. What kind of sword technique was this?
Especially when he saw the other party's flying sword slowly disappear in the air, the sense of danger in his heart reached a new height.
He trusted his intuition the most. Every time he felt that something was wrong, he would sense that there was danger!
But just like today, the only time he had encountered a strong danger was when he was being chased by a nascent soul cultivator.
Heavens! Weren't all of them golden core cultivators? Could it be that he had run into He Fang? Damn it, he couldn't be so unlucky, right?
