"Whoosh."
In the next moment, Lu Changsheng moved.
His body technique wasn't particularly brilliant, but he was exceptionally fast.
Like a fierce tiger pouncing, he shot out in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Changsheng crossed a distance of ten zhang (Chinese unit of length).
"Clang."
A white light flashed, and the blade of his short sword glistened, nearly reaching the closest member of the Great Desert's Thirteen Riders in an instant.
Lu Changsheng drew his sword!
His Instant Kill Technique, if not drawn, it's effective, but once drawn, blood is sure to flow!
Although the opponent wore armor, it wasn't like Zhao Xing's full-body iron armor; it still had gaps.
For Lu Changsheng, as long as there was the tiniest gap, his sword could strike through.
In the very instant Lu Changsheng drew his sword, the Great Desert's Thirteen Riders took action.
