C1987 He Wouldn't Do That!

That saber.

It was as slender as Zu Hongyao's waist.

However, it was filled with a cold killing intent.

Rays of cold light shot out from the tip of the blade.

It was as if it could suck out one's soul.

Whoosh!

Zu Hongyao came.

She held the knife in her hand.

Like a god of death, she cut towards Fu Zhongshan's head.

This slash was not gaudy at all