C122 Soul Recovery

Weiqing did not expect the peach wood sword to be so powerful.

Puff puff puff!

Weiqing unrestrainedly spat the blood in his mouth onto the peach wood sword, and when the ghost image was pierced by the wooden sword, even if it was merely hit by the blood, it started to scream miserably and ran away. In the next few breaths of time, the ghost figures had disappeared, other than Zhang Fugui