C182 Temple fair start

"That's right. If you don't have a sword in your hand, then I won't be able to win!" Nangong Wuqing said in a bland voice. In this round, although Nangong Wuqing had been pushed back, the injuries she had sustained were actually lighter than Cheng Xuan's.

"Your sword art is not bad!" Sai Han looked at Nangong Wuqing, walked to Cheng Xuan's side and made a gesture with his left and right hands