Ten thousand li wild sand sealing Sword Art, blood staining the pugilistic world, leaving no survivors.
Extreme move against extreme move, unbridled evil move, boundless combat sword intent.
At that moment! A black light broke through the void and a murderous figure flashed forward.
When the battle energy gradually receded, the two of them were already facing each other with their backs facing each other.
The outcome of the fated battle had been decided here.
Flashes of sword looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh. Then, he slowly said,"you're still better ..."
At the same time, Feng bujue, who was standing several meters behind him with his back to him, extended his hand without even looking up, as if he had eyes on his shoulders. He caught the nunchucks that were falling from the sky.
"Ah ..." Feng bujue said."It's only one level."
