C528 Shen Feng Vs Poison Dragon Sect(part I)

As the voice faded, the sword in the middle-aged man's hand suddenly froze in place.

Shen Feng's Battle-scarred Blade that was about to attack stopped, and looked at the direction of the lady's voice with cold eyes.

A lady dressed in a grey Casual Wear with a ponytail walked over. She was very beautiful, and there was a tinge of competence in her charm