Top False Saint

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Clang! Clang! Clang!

Jian Wushuang attacked again and again. Each time, his swordsmanship was unbelievably fast, and the angles were extremely tricky.

Although Jin Shan was powerful, he obviously could not keep up with Jian Wushuang's speed, so he could only take a beating passively. In just a moment, Jian Wushuang's Blood Mountain Sword had swept over his divine body twice, but he had resisted it.

"Jin Shan's attack is not only powerful, but his body-protection ability is also very strong." Jian Wushuang thought.

"Boy, are you tickling me? Your attack has no effect on me at all," Jin Shan growled.

"Tickling me? Let's try again." Jian Wushuang smiled coldly and thrust the longsword in his hand forward.

The thrust was extremely swift and fierce, and a spiral passage immediately appeared in the void. The dazzling sword light burst out with astonishing power and instantly struck Jin Shan's divine body.