At the foot of the cliff with a gentle breeze, Bai Ruochen exuded a powerful aura, his figure as the words fell, like a sharp arrow shot towards Mo Zun, a distance of six or seven meters, almost in the blink of an eye, the soft sword in his hand, after the true qi was madly injected into it, became straight, and a brilliant sword shadow enveloped in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Phantom Sword ... Lotus."

A flower like a delicate blooming lotus flower, hidden in the shadow ...