C151 Not dead yet

Bai Qingyun's sword technique was like a god, flowing like water.

Liu Le watched as the Heaven-Devouring Divine Art resonated with Bai Qingyun's sword technique, his inner force was trying to break through its shackles.

"Ugh ?"

Liu Le groaned, he held onto his Dantian, his chest felt as though it had been hammered, and he was in so much pain that he almost vomited a mouthful of blood