C2339 The Benefits of the Demon Race(1)

The saber-wielding young man looked at Jian Ru and shook his arms. He knew that Jian Ru didn't like to chat, so he didn't waste any more words. He slashed down with his blade, and it was as if he was cutting through a hot knife through butter.

This time, Jian Ru didn't extend his finger to receive the blade