Cheng Xiaoxiao's fear made her eyes, exposed outside the black cloth, squint into slits.
In the instant he made his move, the person opposite suddenly disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, murderous intent surged forward.
The black-clothed man's pupils contracted tightly.
His whole body surged with Qi, and the bloodied broadsword blocked in front of him.
The broadsword and shovel collided, sparking with a sizzle.
A master is indeed a master, not easy to ambush.
No worries, if he can defend once, can he defend two or three times?
Cheng Xiaoxiao's fierce momentum surged again; this desperate fighting style made the sinister man sneer.
What about hidden strength?
What about ambushing?
A fighting style like this, expending Qi so quickly, will just lead to exhaustion; he believed he could take down the opponent within a hundred moves.
The black-clothed man was full of confidence, his broadsword slicing out afterimages with a fierce whistling sound.
