Clang!
Right at that moment.
Feng Xinglie suddenly made a move.
A low rumble rang out, like the subdued roar of a giant dragon, or like rivers, lakes, and seas rolling and surging.
One could see.
A majestic spear shadow was gradually pushed forward. Although its movement was extremely gentle, in Qi Wangsun's eyes, it was like a mountain collapsing.
As he moved casually.
Everyone saw countless sword shadows engulfing White Cloud Lake suddenly disappear like a dream bubble, vanishing without a trace with Feng Xinglie's thrust.
"Not good!"
Qi Wangsun's pupils shrank abruptly, and he hurriedly retracted his sword to defend, but ended up forcefully taking the opponent's spear.
Clang!
A sound of metal striking echoed.
Immediately.
Qi Wangsun groaned deeply, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
