C725 Going down the Mountain

Murong Mingyue coughed up blood three times in quick succession, but his eyes remained shut, and his sword continued to hum softly. Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind whipped up around him, effectively blocking the beam of light. The beam struck the whirlwind, producing only a dull thud, seemingly unable to disrupt its force.

With a whoosh, a long sword sliced through the whirlwind