Pang Shaohui was covered with blood and hair. He had some temperament, but at the moment, almost no one looked like him. He couldn't say how miserable he was.

"Chi!"

a sword is shining in the blue sky, with unparalleled sharpness, strong wind and thundering.

"ah..."

Li chenxuan's swordsmanship has evolved to the extreme, analyzing the origin and integrating his own way.

Pang Shaohui screamed, his heart was torn and his lungs were torn. He was so miserable that it was hard to imagine how he suffered.

was split by Li chenxuan's sword Qi. Once again, it was like a shell shooting into the distance, smashing a small mountain.

because...