บท 1352: It’s A Good Sword

"Whoosh! Swish!"

The powerful air current whistled in the wind, the sharp voice was like a blade slashing across, with an icy coldness that penetrated through one. 

At the next moment, a green light appeared in Feng Jiu's hand,who had risen up to the sky. The glow from the Qingfeng sword brought with it a sharp, cold breath as it slashed down from the sky, the tumultuous sword with the potential to destroy the world!

She knew that against an opponent stronger than her, the only chance she had at winning was if it was a quick fight! 

Upon seeing the sharp breath of the sword, the murderous intent unavoidable, the old woman condensed her spiritual energy flow into the skull on her crutch and greeted the sword that struck from the sky. In an instant, the blood that was drawn up by the airflow from the old woman's crutch turned into a pillar of blood that rushed upwards. 

"Bang! Boom!"