Chapitre 405: Fate with Buddha (8)_1

The broken Sword that was thrown out by Fu min was more than ten times more powerful than the man's attack. The man's eyes widened in horror and he could no longer move as if his feet were nailed to the ground.

Everyone held their breath.

The short sword did not Pierce the man's chest, but ... He was stopped in mid-air.

It was a slender and fair hand.

She wore a string of black Buddhist beads on her wrist, which made her wrist look even whiter.

Everyone's eyes fell on this person.

Including Fu Shang.

However, as soon as he looked up, Fu min was stunned.

It was a person wearing a snow-colored monk robe.

He was extremely good-looking, so good-looking that it was a pity. Such a peerless beauty was actually a monk.

Every step was like a lotus flower, a smile that couldn't dispel mortal ties, and the wind bird couldn't compare to the flowers and moon.

Holy and cold.