Hu Lang cast a contemptuous glance at Shen Mengxi, his robes billowed without wind, shrouded in black mist, full of disdain and thunder.
"Courting death!"
After he leisurely uttered these two words, he swung his palm like a knife and headed straight towards her.
"Clang!"
Blades and swords clashed, sparks of thunder bursting forth in mid-air.
In an instant, the entire sky trembled violently.
Shen Mengxi's figure spun at high speed, soaring upwards, wielding a sword to create thousands of sword blossoms, like a torrential storm, shooting towards Hu Lang.
Even for Hu Lang, as he saw this sword technique from Shen Mengxi, his pupils involuntarily contracted.
Immediately, he clasped his hands together and then quickly spread them apart, causing black mist to surge forth and form a black shield.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
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