On the ring, the energy of the sword moved around. Ximen Chuixue drew the sword sharply and quickly, accompanied by the shadow of the sword tangled like hemp, as if a group of sword light covered Xiao Feng.

And Xiao Feng was the swaying boat in the turbulent storm of sword’s blade, which seemed to follow the wave, floating, sinking, and teetering, but was always safe, not being hit at all.

The people including Jiang Tian under the ring became silent, while at the ...