No matter which rocky horse it collided with, it shattered it into pieces as if crushed under a mountain.
"How dare you!"
Then, a red light, like a crimson lightning bolt, streaked across the sky, fiercely targeting Ding Shiniang!
"Courting death?"
Before Ding Shiniang could act, Lin Xuan was already furious.
With his fingers forming a sword, a fierce golden light emitted from his fingertips, easily deflecting the red light.
Floating in the air revealed its form; it was a hilt-less three-inch-long red flying sword.
Its surface was engraved with complicated patterns and ancient characters, swimming around a male cultivator like a fish.
This male cultivator appeared to be about thirty, his skin even fairer than a woman's, with red lips and white teeth, a slim figure, and rosy cheeks as if blushed.
Though a man, he was more enchanting than many women.
However, his eyes were filled with rage at the moment: "Ding Shiniang, so it's you!
