C925 Sword Spirit Tracking

"Damn bloody mist. "

Han Ze crazily attacked.

Su Chen was being held in his hand. He was also crazily attacking. The spiritual qi in his body seemed to be eroding.

"Oh no, my sword is about to be corroded. "

What should he do?

Su Chen also understood that if this continued, it would not be very good. Moreover, there might be a big problem.

Han Ze covered his mouth and nose