C163 Consonance Grass

"Drink..." Chu Fei did not give Taoist Moh Yue any chance to regain his senses. He raised his long blade and swung it down.

A flash of blade light, like a bolt of lightning, slashed towards Taoist Moh Yue.

Taoist Moh Yue immediately shook the ancient Cold Iron Whip.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" Another series of sparks shot out