The flying peach blossom petals were torn apart by the sword intent.

Between three feet, it is clean and tidy.

Three feet away, peach petals and countless dust rolled wildly.

The black green sword slashed towards Xiao Zhinan.

As the sword fell, the three-foot land seemed to be separated from the heaven and earth, and there was another world between the three feet.

When the sword edge was approaching only half a foot away, the scabbard in Xiao Zhinan moved again.

The sound of swords sounded in the scabbard.

The smoke and dust three feet away were wrapped around the peach blossom petals and danced wildly, but at the moment when the sword sounded, the hurricane suddenly came to an abrupt end, just like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, and the world instantly returned to silence.

The scabbard was pressed between Li Mengzhou's eyebrows.

However, the Wuqing Sword he had cut off was no longer in his hand, and a parabola passed through the air and smashed heavily on the bank of the stream.

Xiao Zhinan underestimated it.
Chapter completed!