"Poison?! Bitch!"
Li Yuanchang drew his sword, and with a resounding clang of sword sound, the blade emitted a wave of sword qi, wielding an extremely fierce killing move as it slashed forward. At this moment, his heart was filled with resentment and malice, which matched the essence of the killing move.
With just One Sword, there was a hint of skill.
Accompanied by a sound like tearing silk.
The woman's thin veil fluttered, torn open by the sword qi, yet her figure remained ethereal and composed as she retreated. Her white fingers flicked against Li Yuanchang's sword, sending the blade directly to the ground with a howl.
Li Yuanchang wanted to attack, but just now, this all-out attack had already stirred his qi and blood, invading his internal organs, with a taste of blood in his mouth. Looking at the woman in front of him, his vision seemed to fracture into multiple overlapping images.
The woman let out a melodious chuckle: "What poison."
