In the Face of Absolute Luck, Strength Is Not Worth Mentioning (1)
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In her nervousness, Bai Qianqian even forgot that she knew swordplay.
She brandished the Celestial Thearch Sword randomly.
Swish swish swish—
With a few soft sounds, the surrounding phantoms shattered, and a few figures turned back into a figure.
The man looked at his chest in shock.
The Celestial Thearch Sword had cut a hole in his clothes, almost injuring him.
He didn't even know how this happened.
With his speed and her rough swordplay, she shouldn't have even been able to touch the corner of his clothes.
The man narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "You're indeed pretending! You're finally willing to show your true ability? You killed Xuan Tian. I want to see if you can kill me as well!"
He took a step and suddenly disappeared.
Then a strong wind blew around them, and violent attacks came from all directions almost at the same time.