The poem's name stopped, and the figure arrived.
On the martial arts stage, li Ruoyu stood with her sword in hand.
A floating figure with a beautiful face.
It was an outstanding sword intent and a sharp killing intent.
Although the unparalleled Warriors present didn't recognize this unfamiliar female swordsman, they could tell from their "feeling" that this female swordsman was definitely a first-class expert.
"Passing rain, is it ..." As for bewitching sky ... His eyes were still closed, and his expression was inscrutable."Oh ... Another swordsman ..." He revealed a look of disappointment."...You, are not my match. While you still have your life, admit defeat."
Hearing this, RUO Yu's face sank and her voice was cold."A mere evil spirit, how can you be so arrogant?"
