C209 Perfect Saber Technique

Jin Wenxing stared at Zhan Tianming, unwilling to give up.

He was extremely unwilling to accept this.

He did not stop. He bit his tongue hard and spat out a mouthful of Blood Essence on the combat blade. Then, with the circulation of the True Qi, the hand that was holding the sword moved and the combat blade slashed onto the arena.

"Falling Rock Cut!"

"Give it to me!"

Rumble...

Rumble..