C1235 One Person Challenging the Snow Mountain Sword Sect

Under the dark night sky, the clouds are like ghosts from hell. Standing alone on the snow, the sound of "hehe" was sometimes soft and sometimes slow, to the point that it was almost inaudible. At the same time, the aura around Qian Mu Yun was concealed to the extreme. There was no way to detect his breath from three steps away. The scene was extremely strange