The might of a single punch (1)

The plum blossom sword rose, and the plum blossom rain fell. The rain of plum blossoms covered the sky and the earth, pouring directly on Zhao Hai's head. Zhao Hai even felt that he was standing in a forest of plum blossoms. The petals of the plum blossoms fell like rain. He could even smell the fragrance of the plum blossoms, but his heart ached for the falling petals. His heart was cold!

The chill seemed to rise from the depths of one's heart, and it could freeze one's magic, physical body, mind, and soul!

The fragrance of plum blossoms came from the bitter cold! What a good move, plum blossom fragrance comes from the bitter cold. The artistic conception in this sword move was indeed extraordinary. It seemed that if he didn't show his true ability today, there would be no way to deal with li chuchen.

Zhao Hai snorted coldly. He did not take out his magic robe, nor did he cast any spells. Instead, he stood in the air, took a step forward, and threw a punch!