C312 A Small Hill of Trees

Wen Gui has lost the time to slash a few times, the time is too short to allow him to have too much movement.

"Weng!" He only had time to raise his saber to block in front of him. The surging blue flames were like a magnet, tightly sticking onto the saber.

It was very easy to block in front, as if he was hiding behind a rock.

"Bang!" Immediately after, violent energy poured out like a flood