swordsmanship was very strange, their swords pointing in tandem with a swirling aura of sword energy that resembled a tortoise shell, incredibly dense and airtight."This sword path..."Qin Sang sighed...oss his face as he struggled to maintain his balance.He was crimson all over, his veins throbbing, as if blood were about to burst forth.What's even more terrifying is within the body. Under such a co...
Chapter 495: Iron Knuckles