Seventh Level Half-Saint, Not Powerful
編輯: Henyee Translations
Seeing that Liu Hongshan did not move, the black figure in the sky seemed to be a little angry. He raised his head and let out a hoarse cry like an eagle. Then, he dove towards the ground like an arrow leaving the bow!
Under the violent pressure, Liu Hongshan felt as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his shoulder. His feet sank into the ground.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment.
The flying sand and stones cut through the turbid air.
The pitch-black figure instantly arrived dozens of feet away from the ground. The pitch-black fog around him was blown back by the wind, revealing Lin Ran's ferocious face.
He held the heavy sword that was as tall as a person in his hand. It was so light in his hand that it was as if it weighed nothing. The thick sword slashed through the air and went straight for Liu Hongshan. Wherever it touched, the sand and stones were instantly crushed into powder!