Chapter 328 Ping-hand

"Huh!"

There was hardly any hesitation. The blue sword in Weng Qing's hand was hacked away against the fiery red curtain.

At this moment, as if a waterfall was pouring down from the top of nine days, like a thunderstorm, the horrible momentum was surging out of the broad sword body like a gateboard, and the strong and unparalleled fluctuation of breath seemed unbearable even to the void.

Seeing this picture, Weng Ting finally showed a little smile in her eyes, but she seemed surprised at the beauty of the stars.

"Boom!"

In a twinkling of an eye, the big blue sword had crashed into the red...