C1037 The Sword Competition(2)

The sharp sword beam was aimed at Lee Zhen's face.

Before it could get close, the void in front of Lee Zhen was shattered layer by layer. The turbulent airwaves were like the reverse heavenly river, spreading into the distance.

Lee Zhen took a step forward and stepped towards Chen Meisheng.

The Scarlet Cloud Sword on his back let out a buzzing sound that sounded like it wanted to fight