C87 She? How could it be something that you can touch?!]

In the middle of the training grounds, a pink colored sword curtain enveloped Luo Nishan and Wang Yueling. From the outside, they could only vaguely see their figures moving about.

At that moment, Luo Nishan looked at the layers of sword images that poured down with the force of ten thousand horses in mid air, her beautiful eyes congealed