C1091 It Was an Act of Murder

On the contrary, Xiao Qiuye sneered, and threw out the sword qi along with the broken sword in her hand. It didn't look funny at all.

The sword qi was like the ink of a drunken master. It seemed to have no method, but it was filled with mysteries.

The sword qi was so strong that Ye Wushuang's second sword strike was crushed into powder before it could even form.

However