C672 The terrifying Mi Yu

Mi Yu stood in front of Qiao Nan, his face was cold, as though he was a thousand years old ice.

With the Killing Sword in his hand, he exuded a biting cold sword aura. The sword slashed across the sky, giving off the feeling that he would be able to fight against ten thousand enemies at once.

"Mi Yu?"

Looking at Mi Yu who suddenly appeared in front of them