Linglong Goes Berserk, Crashing the Entire Arena (3)

Little Linglong frowned when she saw him draw his sword and attack. She turned around and looked at the few people who spoke. "What is the Infinite Dao? Is it very strong?"

"It can't be said to be strong, but it's not weak either…"

Alright, it was equivalent to not saying anything.

As soon as that person finished speaking, Little Linglong smashed her hammer over and sent him flying out of Mount Yun Ding. Who told you to talk nonsense?

As the Infinite Sword Intent erupted, Feng Qingyun stepped on the clouds. He held his sword horizontally in front of his chest and slowly drew two fingers.

Feng Qingyun felt secretly pleased as he listened to everyone's bragging. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "The Infinite Dao continues in my heart…"

Little Linglong could not understand what profound lines he was saying. Before he could finish accumulating his strength, she smashed her hammer over.

"F*ck… Sneak attack…"