Chen Changsheng’s dagger arrived in front of Xue He, but the real sharp sword was Su Li’s gaze.
However, if a Star Condensation expert were to be defeated so easily, why would the Daoist Canon name the Star Domain as one’s own world?
The bright morning light suddenly fluctuated for a moment.
Xue He’s hand extended to his back and pulled out the first blade. Due to the speed of his actions, it even left behind an afterimage, as if there was a second one of him in the morning light.
The sharp, white blade edge fell even faster than the sound, chopping at Chen Changsheng’s head from above.
At this moment, Chen Changsheng was about to pour all his sword energy into his strike, and could not change the direction of the dagger at all, much less block the strike. What could he do?
On the green sorghum-covered ground, there was a hum. A heavy, metal sword appeared out of nowhere, and blocked Xue He’s blade.
