In the martial world, no birds are seen flying, and on the moonlit night, the only sound is that of breaking bamboo!
Crack!
At the sound of the bamboo snapping, Zhao Rong's scalp tingled, and the black-clad man charging and slashing at Zhao Rong felt as if he had plunged into an ice cavern!
He thrust his sword toward Zhao Rong's chest without pause, but fear and panic were all that remained in his eyes.
An elusive yet intense intent to kill enveloped him completely, leaving no way out.
A true expert! An absolute master!
"Who is it!"
The five men behind were greatly startled, staring in the direction of the broken bamboo, as a dark shadow within the darkness crossed paths with their gaze.
Like a startled swan slipping through a narrow gap!
The waves rise high in Changhong Fight, and the light boat heads south as swiftly as a thrown shuttle.
Fast!
