Zhang Jiujiu's gaze did not fluctuate, as indifferent as the clouds and as distant as the stars, the cicada-like thin sword gently shook, and the ice that restricted her turned into powder, but Xiao Feng came too fast, and she could only put up her sword to block.

"Ding!"

A sword sound, although the spiritual world, but real, but more like engraved in the depths of the soul, thin and narrow sword, but like Tarzan can not be crossed, easily checked Xiao Feng's rapid ...