Shao Qing looked at the saint jokingly. He was confident. He held up the sword and the sword energy passed by. The big tree beside him collapsed. The saint was secretly shocked. Is this the power of the ancient sword?
She no longer dared to underestimate the boy in front of her. She put her hands together and slowly rotated them. When their palms met, she exerted a sudden force. Shao Qing's face felt a little cool. When she looked up, she saw the sky full of scorching peach blossoms, dancing lightly. Under this beautiful scenery, there was actually a strong murderous intention. The petals rotated rapidly, gathered together, and attacked Shao Qing. Go, Shao Qing hurriedly raised his sword to resist, but was a step too late. He was knocked back more than ten meters, vomiting blood and kneeling on the ground with an extremely ugly expression. The saint raised the corners of her mouth coldly and smiled at Shao Qing, "The slender wrist suddenly turned over, and the petals gathered in her palm again. She raised the corners of her mouth coldly, boy, you are dead.