C1403 Bitter Struggle

As the two were on high alert, the swords on the shelf suddenly moved.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Dozens of sharp blades flew towards them!

"Ding ding ding!"

Both of their hands formed hand seals again and again, but the weapons were completely unharmed.

"Could it be that Nangong Sheng died under these weapons?"

Qing Jizi frowned.

Thinking about the appearance of Nangong Sheng's corpse