C193 Battling two elders

In the face of such fierce attacks, there was also the mockery in his words. Xue Yang's face revealed a trace of impatience; his emotions were about to explode.

However, the attack in front of him was still enough to threaten him, causing Xue Yang to have no choice but to ignore the smelly young man beside him.

A sword was not like a blade. A sword could be stabbed, or slashed. No matter what