C899 Twelfth Sword!

Just as Jie Mu's blade was about to slash into Lee Zhongxing's body, Lee Zhongxing's face remained expressionless. He was not waiting for death, but he was truly fearless!

He only heard a cold shout, "Return!"

In front of Lee Zhongxing, the Dead Spirit suddenly appeared with a large shield in its hand, blocking his path.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound rang out as sparks flew in all directions