At that moment, as Jiang Feng's sword, elegant and peerless, was about to pierce Jing Wuming's face, penetrating through!
Jing Wuming let out a roar of grief and anger, no longer caring about grace, he rolled away in a donkey roll, barely escaping in time.
The posture was quite unsightly, but it was the only way to evade in time!
This was enough to show, in a moment of life and death, Jing Wuming's ability to adapt was extraordinary!
Even Jiang Feng was slightly surprised, then the corner of his mouth curled again with an amused expression.
However, though Jing Wuming managed to evade, the sword light still brushed past his face.
Puff!!!!
A wisp of fresh blood, like willow catkins, flew up along with a bit of black hair!
Jing Wuming was injured!
When Jing Wuming stood up again, his handsome and slightly weathered side face now bore a shocking sword scar!
The impact this had on Jing Wuming was simply unimaginable!
