Holding the hilt tightly in his hand, Wen Leng stabbed directly at the shadow in front of him. There was a faint blue light at the tip of the sword, and even the space was a little blue light.

"Ding!" The black shadow suddenly stopped, and the red sword in his hand hit the soft sword heavily. At present, the sound of metal and iron strike is mixed with sparks. Flashed out in the field.

"not a little strength." The body slightly shakes, and the steps back half a step. Wen Leng smiles at Yuan Ye, who is also a step back, and then deceives him again. The soft sword...