C382 Immortal Martial Artists

A similar cold light shot out from the dried leaves in Wang Xiao's hand. This cold light was not as powerful as Meng Haisheng's cold light, nor was it as sharp as the Sword Intent.

It was like an ordinary Qi Strength Sect Master casually unleashing a sword beam.

"Humph, so you are just pretending!" Seeing the imposing manner of Wang Xiao's sword beam