C591 Falling Ying Sword Art

Gu Xuan's voice echoed in the air, as if it was the words of heaven, causing the air to tremble.

This voice spread across an area of over a hundred miles.

Outside of the radius of the death aura, more and more spectators were gathering.

"Both of you, come at me together." These seven short words resounded like a thunderclap in everyone's heart