บท 419: The Ten Thousand Swords Which This Youthful Teen Fortuitously Encountered

Chen Changsheng's face was illuminated by the sword glow, just like the snowy plains.

Zhu Luo's phantasm was right in front of him, standing in the torrential rain and emitting boundless light, just like the image of a god.

An unimaginable pressure, following the advent of the sword, fell upon Chen Changsheng's body and soul.

Of course, his strike was inferior to Liu Qing's strike. Nevertheless, it was also not normal. Confronting this supreme human expert who he had never encountered before or even imagined before, he had naturally used his most powerful attack.

The three swords that Su Li had taught him were all put to use.