C119 Thousand Li Chasing and Thousand Li Chasing

Qin Yiqiang resisted the urge to vomit blood. He once again raised the Star Falling Sabre in his hand and pointed the sword forward. He had no intention of giving up.

Within the mountain range, a breeze blew gently, but there was a faint scent of blood. The grass rustled. Qi Xiurann looked at Qin Yi and slowly clenched his fists.

Qi Xiurann was walking closer to Qin Yi, step by step