The battle (3)

Bai Yan let go of little long 'er's hand and slowly took two steps forward.

That red dress blocked mo lishang's body, a light breeze blew, her black hair flew, she was so beautiful that she could cause the downfall of a city.

"Hmph!" The burly man snorted coldly and swung the large saber in his hand heavily at Bai Yan. A force that was like a whirlwind flashed past and instantly appeared in front of Bai Yan.

With a loud bang, a strong storm was set off. The woman standing in the storm was still untainted by dust. Her red clothes fluttered in the wind, and she was domineering.

In her hand, she held a bone spur. The bone spur was very small and sharp, but it was only a little bigger than her hand.

However, it was this bone spur that had blocked the burly man's saber.

The burly man's heart paled and his face that was almost distorted was filled with shock. A layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead as his eyes stared fixedly at the bone spur in Bai Yan's hand.