C451 Bleak Snow Field

Jian Chenxing did not have any killing intent, he was like a soulless sword hand. However, the level of coordination between his sword techniques and his body was as precise as a computer. There were no errors at all.

Chen Qingyang had fought with Dorrance and Jian Chenxing before. It was a feeling that made people feel like they couldn't breathe.

At this moment, Chen Qingyang saw Jian Chenxing