C454 New Qifeng Mountain

Long Xuan had not even lasted for an incense's time in the sword formation, but his body was already covered with sword wounds. He panted heavily, and looked at the Golden Taoist scurrying around him, occasionally adding new wounds to his body. Although these wounds were not deep, they were all real, and to Long Xuan, these injuries were not much.

"Clang, clang