"Bai Qi?"
Left Hand seemed to freeze for a moment, and in the next second, his face suddenly changed. With all his strength, he flipped backward onto his back!
A sword light descended from the sky, only to blast at the spot where Left Hand had originally stood! The bright sword light, like a giant pair of scissors, fiercely cut a crack in the ground!
Left Hand felt his own skin outside his clothes, and it was a pain as if he had been stabbed by a needle. This feeling of sword qi crisscrossing made him, for the first time since entering the magic formation, sense the taste of imminent danger!
His heart suddenly raced!
What kind of power is this?
Left Hand rolled on the ground, in a sorry state. But as he glanced at the corner of his eye, he saw a man in white standing in front of Chen Xiaolian, holding a semi-transparent short sword in his hand. With long black hair, the whole person looked like a drawn sword!
Such a strong killing intent!
"Let's attack together! Kill him!"
