C571

"Hiss, hiss ~"

A series of scraping sounds rang out, forcing Jin Ci to continuously retreat. The sharp wooden sword's edge was less than five inches away from his forehead.

The next second, two figures fiercely dashed out of the dance, bringing up a wave of billowing waves. At the same time, Jin Ci suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Pathless' gaze was cold and detached