C139 Knife to Sword

The night was cold, the swords even colder. Every strike and slash carried the howling of death, as intangible as the night wind.

Was the wind invisible? Not many people knew about it. If there was anyone who knew about it at this moment, that person would definitely be Leng Heng.

After Wu Shiyan and the man in black clashed, both of them bounced away at the same time