C208 A Competition of Imprint Power

"Nasty Guy, I want your life!"

On the wide main street, where the crowd was watching, Shen Yunxi was filled with killing intent. An endless wave of sword energy came crashing down on Wu Tie. Chu Hen held a Cold Spear in his hand, and his spear was as powerful as the wind. Numerous spear shadows continuously materialized and clashed head on with the opponent.

A sword technique that was sharp