As a cultivation senior, facing two who have cultivated for a hundred years or even just a few decades, frequently suffering setbacks, he was truly angry.
Such embarrassing matters cannot be made public; the best way is to leave their lives here forever.
Qin Yu and Fang Yourong remained silent.
Fang Yourong was not fond of talking, Qin Yu did not want to talk.
No words needed.
She grasped her sword with one hand, slowly curved her fingertip, and drew her sword from the sheath.
Brother Zhou frowned, his mouth curled coldly, and he drew his sword as well.
All are swords.
Chao Ci is absolutely beautiful, but his sword is sharp.
Absolute beauty can capture the heart, sharpness can claim lives.
Brother Zhou's sword directly broke Qin Yu's third "Absolute Sword" technique—Shark Cold.
Is he an ordinary swordman? No.
Qin Yu's sword cannot kill him.
Sword breaks sword, the sharp sword is a rainbow, straight towards Qin Yu's throat.
Scatter.
Qin Yu's form scattered.
