C272 God-slaying Nine Styles

On a mountain peak not far from National Security Group headquarters.

The cold wind howled under the moonlight. The man in the kimono lightly waved his hand and a fierce wind howled. His blades condensed as a terrifying power rolled around.

Sou sou!

The sound of breaking wind was ear-splitting as the restless force crazily rushed towards Lan Xiangyu