C456 A Fierce Battle

The sharp wind carried a pungent smell of alcohol as it swept towards Shui Zhenxiu at lightning speed.

The sword in Shui Zhenxiu's hand was not able to parry at all, and he could only retreat hastily. The blade had already passed through his waist and abdomen, and he even felt a trace of cold pain.

Although this blade was not enough to take his life