C118 Mysterious spirit splitting demonic fist

Ling Tianfeng was truly depressed. He had come here more than ten times but was still unable to get used to the raging winds and the thin air on the mountain peak. Before he had even recovered, Yi Baiyu had already made his move.

Ling Tianfeng did not have a weapon, and this sword was as fast as lightning, so he did not dare to directly block its attack