บท 1828: I'm telling the truth

Ling Gusong had no choice but to put his sword in front of his chest.

With a muffled sound, Ling Gusong flew out like a Fallen Leaf in the wind. He was in mid-air, and he had already spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood drew an arc in the air, which was really beautiful.

Everyone was stunned by the scene in front of them. Ling Gusong was also a Grandmaster, but he couldn't even take a single sword from Ling Chuxi. This young sect master of the Golden elixir sect was actually so powerful.

What shocked them even more was that before Ling Gusong landed on the ground, a small black shadow flew over like a gust of wind and came to Ling Gusong's face like a shadow. They didn't know what it was holding in its hand, but it hit Ling Gusong's face twice.

"Ah ..." Ling Gusong screamed and fell to the ground.