C1187 Golden Thunder Sword Body

Sword light flashed, and a black and white sword ray landed on the golden ripples surrounding Ling Jiange. However, it was still useless.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself. The sword intent is not bad, but an ant, is still an ant!" Ling Jiange said in disdain, but at this time, Wang Xiaohu did not seem to care. His two swords danced, and the black and white Sword Qi gathered around him