I looked at the Blood Dragon Sword coming through the air, and without thinking, the horizontal sword blocked Chu Suifeng's face.
The Yunqing Sword in his hand made a crisp sound, and cracks appeared faintly.
I knew early on that this old sword could not stop the famous weapon of Mr. Ming Hui, but at that moment, I just felt that if Chu Suifeng died, I would not want to live.
I forgot about the blood feud with the Shadow Clan and the engagement with the young master. I only had eyes for him, the man who took me out of Hibiscus Village and gave me a new life.
Seeing the cracks in the long sword in front of him expanding, Xin Haoyu's eyes were full of disbelief, and he shouted in pain: "Get out of the way."
But I said firmly: "If you are unwilling to withdraw the sword, from now on, your opponent will be me."