C97 Soul-forming by strength

A streak of blood streaked across Liu Chengfeng's body like a kite with its string cut, smashing onto the snow in a sad and beautiful arc.

Boom! *

Liu Chengfeng spat out a mouthful of blood. The injuries he had received a few days ago had yet to fully recover, and he was seriously injured this time around!

"Sword manual, Pear Blossom of Rainstorm!"

With an explosive shout