C2625 Withering

The light sword was like the ocean. This was Qing Yizi's ultimate sword intent, the endless mighty aura in his chest! The sword aura rushed forward without end, and regardless of what it was, it was impossible to block it. Unless the sword died and dispersed, there was no way to return to the world!

Puff! Just as the white figure appeared in front of Su Xianqing