Xia Zhe's swordsmanship is extremely arrogant, just like a tyrant, domineering!

Many people wanted to surrender under Xia Zhe's sword, including the disciples of Shenwu Academy!

So powerful, how can Mu Feng resist!

The sword that Mu Feng flew out was like a weak baby waving its weak fist.

It soon disappeared under the golden light.

The soldiers of the Wanxia Dynasty kept shouting, and Xia Zhe's strength made them full of fighting spirit!

Even Xia Zhe showed disdain, how could Mu Feng fight with him?

"Ding."

There was a crisp collision sound, and Xia Zhe's body froze on the spot, looking ahead with a surprised look on his face.

He seemed to have encountered an invisible wall, blocking him.

When the golden light dimmed, it was the silver sword that blocked the Royal Sword!

"How can it be!"

Many people showed surprise. Mu Feng's sword was so ordinary, how could it block Xia Zhe's Royal Sword!

"Break it for me!"

Xia Zhe roared angrily, he had never been so embarrassed!

Mu Feng must die!

Mu Feng looked at Xia Zhe and frowned slightly.

The borrowed silver sword actually began to break into pieces, and Xia Zhe moved forward without any hindrance again!

Those who were still doubting all sneered. How could Mu Feng stop him? What a joke!

Mu Feng took a breath and raised his fingertips.
Chapter completed!