C2582 Three Tigers

Zhu Qing held the Nine Nether Black Body Sword in his hand and looked at his opponent calmly. He was very clear about the strength of the youth just now. To him, it was a piece of cake.

"Since you want to exchange blows with him, feel free to do so."

"Ya, die for me." The youth with tiger skin thrust his sword at Zhu Qing