C1144 Mo Youdao's Request

After the first strike, the second strike came again in the blink of an eye.

Ye Wusheng could only resist the numbness in his arm and raise the long sword in his hand to block.

"Clang!"

Following the sound of Metal clashing, the sword in Ye Wusheng's hand was sent flying. It flew for dozens of miles before landing on the ground.

On the other hand