C1119 Zhao Er Yun

Zhao Er's five fingers moved. There was a hint of spiritual light circling around the tips of his fingers. As Zhao Er's fingers drew some mysterious symbols in the air, the sword energy storm in front of Zhao Er suddenly went berserk.

"Even an ordinary Tongxuan realm cultivator would not be able to withstand this sword energy storm. With just you, a mere Nascent Profound Realm cultivator