C402

While speaking, Li An's longsword that was full of cracks had already left its scabbard, and Zhao He only felt that the white light reflected from the sword flashed in front of his eyes, and a crisp sound of a fan blocking was heard in the air. Chu Huai Nan had a fan in his hand, but this fan was definitely not an ordinary one, and it could actually push Li An's sharp sword to the side