C1285 Defeat the Strong Enemy

Ao Lingchen calmly stood on the ground. The Black Tower in his hand had disappeared without a trace.

In front of him, Lee Baotang's breathing was weak. He was half-lying on the ground, covered in blood.

The saber in his hand had been broken into two.

"How can it be so powerful?"

Lee Baotang lay on the ground, looking at the blade that was stabbed into the ground not far away