C204 That Old Bastard Is Trying to Set Me Up?

"It's my turn!"

With a flick of his arm, the sword light spread out and enveloped Lang Xiaolang in an instant. His blade technique was very strange, his angle was very tricky, his two blades were unpredictable, and Lang Xiaolang kept retreating, suddenly, he slapped his waist and a soft sword that was as thin as a cicada's wing appeared in his hand