C393 The Dust Settled

The fifth slash was even more ferocious and scorching. It was like a boundless thunderstorm, enveloping all of the space beneath the blade.

When

Su Jingxuan's long sword shook violently, and the flashing red light shattered. The Spirit Sword in his hand immediately fell to the side.

Involuntarily, Su Jingxuan staggered back with a look of shock on his face.

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