C510 Fight

"Die!"

After the disciple in white robe heard Ye Xiaofan's words, killing intent surged up in his heart. His eyes shot out a sharp ray of light and the sword in his hand flashed with a cold light. He raised his arm, turned his wrist and aimed the tip of the sword at Ye Xiaofan.

"Shua!"

The crimson-white sword qi sliced through the air and headed straight for Ye Xiaofan.

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