"Xiao Feng—"
"Master!!!"
Murong Qian, Wu Feng, and the others watched this unparalleled epic battle, their hearts in their throats, gasping in shock!
But in the next second, the scene seemed to freeze!
Shen Tumao's eyes were filled with terror because his soft sword was firmly gripped by a single hand!
It didn't break!
Nor was there any blood!
It was just held like that!!
Not only that, even the Sword Qi was completely dispelled by this precise grip, disappearing entirely!!
How is this possible!
"Just with you, you think you can kill me?"
Near his ear, suddenly came a mocking voice!
Jiang Feng's disdainful voice taunted by his side: "You really disappoint me! Wearing a silver robe, yet no different from any other trash."
As soon as the words fell, with a "crack!" sound, Shen Tumao's soft sword broke directly!
Shen Tumao's face turned pale, endless terror filled him, his whole body trembling, he instinctively stepped back a pace!
