"good, good martial arts. It's rainy to take me!" Pang Ying said in a cold voice, with a wave of his hands, in a moment, a shadow of his hand had appeared and rushed towards the dragon sword.

with a wave of long Jianfeng's hands, he drew circles in front of him like two whips. As soon as the shadow of Pang Ying's palm approached the circle, it disappeared without trace. However, Pang Ying's shadow seemed to be endless, like waves slapping the coast.

the circle drawn by long Jianfeng's hands did not disappear, completely covering the shadow of Pang Ying's attack.

for a while, there was a dense crackling...