C1719 Sword Strike

Zheng -

The sword moved, and the shadow moved. A strand of red light that cut through the sky shot up, and it suddenly descended with a bone-piercing coldness. The strike that he waved his hand suddenly stabbed out, and in the blink of an eye, over a hundred strands of sword energy gathered and descended with the momentum of a tempestuous storm.

"Hmph, petty tricks!"

With a sneer