The light of the sword flickers. With the sound of the sword air breaking through the air, a small whirlpool of air flows around the blade. Along the direction of the strong air, Xie Jian's long sword also turns. Suddenly, a sharp circle of sword air envelops Xie Xuan. Even from the center of the sword circle, there is a faint suction, which hinders Xie Xuan's body from escaping.

"die, son of a bitch!" Xie Jian's face showed a look of disdain, as if he had seen the end of Xie Xuan's defeat. He has been working hard on this move for several years. He thinks that the younger generation...