"Boom..." There was a loud noise, and both French swords were shaken back.

"colorful clouds float out of thousands of water!"

Cang Songzi's Dharma sword conjures up colorful auspicious clouds, and covers Hong Xing in the sky.

"the wind blows and the sky clouds disperse!"

the magic sword of Hongxing blows the hunting wind and faces the colorful cloud.

"light cloud and light breeze!"

Cang Songzi drinks it lightly. All over the sky, the colored clouds seem unable to bear the power of the strong wind. They turn into scattered colored clouds to avoid the hunting wind and still float to the stars.

"ha ha, there's another way!"

as soon...