C223 I'll Only Use One Strike

On the stage, the wind blows.

Long Xufei's eyebrows were as sharp as a blade, and his face was as sharp as a blade. He held the Clearwater Sword in his hand. His gaze was calm and calm. His white clothes fluttered in the wind, and his figure was tall and straight. Vaguely, a strange strand of sword qi emanated from his body, like a wave of water. He didn't possess a sharp aura at all