"What incredible Qinggong!"
Zhu Yeqing was dumbfounded at that moment. He always thought his light body skills were divine. Although he lost to Su Xuan that day, he believed Su Xuan won with his mind. If it had been a real fight, he might not have lost.
At that time, the assassin saw Su Xuan's light body skills and was truly impressed.
"Winner, give me a hand!"
Brother Meng shouted and rushed forward quickly, leveraging the momentum to leap, as Winner's large sword whistled out. Brother Meng stepped onto the sword, rising high, and used his greatest power to shoot the Chasing Wind Sword forward.
"Buzz!"
The Chasing Wind Sword embedded one-third into the stone wall.
At that moment, Brother Meng also fell directly from the high sky.
