Clang!
A sword sound like a dragon, Ling Feng slashed, and Mo Sanqing's figure retreated violently by more than ten feet, his tiger's mouth went numb, faintly burning with pain, and he almost couldn't hold the saber and sword in his hands.
Looking at Ling Feng again, he stood with an indifferent expression, hands behind his back, his robe dancing in the wind, sounding like hunting cries, showing a stance of a true master, completely overwhelming the opponent.
Across an entire great realm, crushing the opponent, and doing so with such ease!
In the eyes of the disciples of Moxue Mountain Villa, this scene was nothing short of shocking, all wondering who exactly this Ling Feng was.
The Second Manor Master looked solemn, and said in a deep voice, "This boy's Sword Intent is restrained, dispatched at will, even if I made a move, I could not do better than that sword."
