Odd Zhuo believed that there were very few magic artifacts in the world that could ignore sword qi, let alone the sword Qi that Jingke emitted.
The blow from the bucket’s waist was indeed very painful, but fortunately, it didn’t directly hurt his vital parts.
At that moment, the sword Qi from the peach wood sword gently flowed into the wound and healed Odd Zhuo’s injuries.
The kidney was the key to being a man, and this messenger of fate was vicious in his attacks. Fortunately, with Jingke’s sword qi protecting his body, Odd Zhuo felt that he still had the happiness of the rest of his life.
Buzz!
When Jingke and Bai Qiao once again merged into one, an astonishing sense of oppression swept across the scene.
The youth in the snow-colored fur coat looked as if he had come from the Milky Way from beyond the heavens. His body was speckled with starlight, so clean that there wasn’t a trace of dust or dirt on it. He was like an insufferably arrogant king on stage.