C1000

whoosh *

Lame Swordsman thrust his sword out.

The sword carried a cold glint, and only pierced Xuan Lingzi's throat.

It was as if a cool breeze blew under Xuan Lingzi's feet, and he immediately retreated a meter back. He casually dodged and with two fingers, he firmly grabbed onto Lame Swordsman's sword.

"Clear Wind Palm!" Xuan Lingzi sighed