C257 Spiritual qi metamorphosis

The wind from the blade whistled as it cut towards Ling'er, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart.

The black robe fluttered, making sounds. Ling'er's eyes carried a cold killing intent, a cold and oppressive aura.

Looking at the Bladelight that was getting closer and closer, he felt that oppressive force, and his face became slightly solemn. No matter what