Tong Ling'er rolled her eyes.
"You're dreaming!"
"Sword, come."
Tong Ling'er gave a soft call, and the Flying Sword that had flown away returned at her command, heading straight for Li Feng's back. Li Feng sensed the sharp point behind him, furrowed his brows, and then quickly maneuvered to dodge the incoming sword from his rear.
While dodging, Li Feng directly guided the Fish Intestine Sword to teach Tong Ling'er a lesson.
However, to Li Feng's surprise, the Fish Intestine Sword stopped in mid-air, completely motionless.
Tong Ling'er sneered coldly, raised her hand to catch the incoming sword, then looked at Li Feng with a cold gaze: "Overestimating yourself, you dare to brandish a sword in front of Guan Gong."
"I, your grandmother, am a Closed-door Disciple of the Sword Control Pavilion, yet you think your mediocre Sword Control Technique can harm me."
Tong Ling'er exuded an air of icy pride from within.
