"Kill them!"
Bing Ji's face was expressionless, her sword pointing directly at Wang Hao's brow.
The black-clothed guards were like a group of bloodthirsty demons, silent as they lifted their blades to attack Wang Hao and Yin Hu.
The Ghost Swordsman, as if possessed by Overlord Chu, with the strength to uproot mountains and the aura to dominate the world, brandished his huge sword and hacked toward Wang Hao's vulnerable crown.
Wang Hao stepped forward and swung his sword to block!
A cold light burst forth from Bing Ji's eyes, locking onto Yin Hu's figure.
"Swoosh!"
She raised her longsword, unleashing a dazzling arc of light that swept through the air like a meteor chasing the moon.
Yin Hu had not expected Bing Ji to suddenly strike at her, and, caught off guard, she scrambled to defend herself.
Both Bing Ji and Yin Hu were breathtakingly beautiful women, the loveliest in the land.
Their fight seemed less like a deadly battle and more like a graceful dance.
