"Swish!"
"Swish!"
Ma Zhengting's speed was like a gust of wind, rapid as lightning.
At this life-and-death moment, he obviously unleashed his potential to the fullest extent.
Behind him, Zhang Xiaoshan was also moving with blinding speed, as if light and shadow were fleeting.
The two of them dashed forward, almost simultaneously reaching the ancestral land of Mirror Lake Villa!
"Hmph!"
"You scoundrel!"
"You actually dare to come to the ancestral land of Mirror Lake Villa!"
Previously, Ma Zhengting was very wary of Zhang Xiaoshan; Zhang Xiaoshan's strength and talent were incredibly frightening.
He could actually learn the essence of Xiang Nantian's three swords just after encountering Blood Slaughter.
What kind of monstrous talent is this?
But now, as long as Zhang Xiaoshan dared to chase all the way to the ancestral land, he was already a dead man.
"Is there an ancient formation here?"
