C868 Play a Match a Hot Spot!

The violent wind from the saber attacked.

Zheng Feiyue's expression was calm, and even his eyelids did not move.

On the other hand, someone from behind him made a move. With a flash of starlight, it was as if a galaxy was pouring down, blocking all of Wang Xiaohua's blade light.

The gazes of the entire audience fell on Sect Master Mingwang's body.

Wang Xiaohua frowned