C32

Cheng Qing's head was just about to be chopped off by the long sword on his neck. The constable had already revealed a carefree expression as if he had seen Cheng Qing fall at his feet, and blood was flowing.

At this moment, Cheng Qing raised his left hand.

"Dang!"

The constable's long blade didn't cut Cheng Qing's neck, but the blade instead!

The edge of a dagger!

In Cheng Qing's left hand