"Fuck, that bastard attacked me?"

Xie Xuan was in a bad mood. He stamped his foot hard and fell back quickly. There was a flash of sword light in front of him. Surrounded by the sword light, a very cold sword Qi was generated. He only felt that the eyebrow was cold and accompanied by the sharp blade, the sword Qi was attacking!

"fuck you!" Xie Xuan's wrist kept turning. At the same time, the knife in his palm was constantly changing. He kept stabbing and bobbing A series of air bursts were heard, and the imminent sword Qi was smashed on the spot.

but breaking sword Qi doesn't mean...