"What?"
Qing Xuzi stopped in his tracks. He looked down and his face darkened.
There, in a huge pit, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed.
Jian Wushuang stood proudly with his black hair flying in the wind. He held the Wuqi Divine Sword in his right hand and pointed the tip of the sword to the ground. His expression was calm.
The corners of his mouth still carried a faint smile.
"Qing Xuzi, as long as I'm here, you're not allowed to take even half a step in." Jian Wushuang waved his right hand and a bottomless ditch appeared in front of him and Qing Xuzi.
Draw a line with a sword and teach you not to take half a step in!
"You're looking for death!" Qing Xuzi was furious. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he swung his sword at Jian Wushuang.
Swordsmanship, dragon's terror!!!
Boom!
At that moment, Qing Xuzi and the godly sword in his hand disappeared.
