C890 She Doesn't Remember Us Any More

The company tore up the empty space and rushed towards Zhang Xingyun. The huge pressure made Zhang Xingyun's clothes stick tightly to his body.

When Guang Xuan's palm was less than a meter away from Zhang Xingyun, an icy-blue long sword stabbed down from the sky. The sword sank twenty centimeters into the ground and stood firmly in front of Zhang Xingyun, blocking him