"Is he the boss of Ji Yan?" Xiao Hong almost bit her tongue off.

But Lu Shaoqing's voice came, "Your sister, stop pretending to be a ghost here."

"You took out a little bit of the sword power that devoured my senior brother? Do you think you are him?"

"I'm not afraid of genuine products, but I'm afraid of a fake like you?"

"Eat my sword!"

Lu Shaoqing swung his sword at the Fallen Angel, and the sword light shot up into the sky. The violent sword intent made the Escaped monk feel suffocated.

Not to be outdone, the Fallen Angel swung out his sword and returned the favor.

The sword light is bigger, brighter, and more terrifying.

"puff!"

The two sword lights collided, and a terrifying sword intent erupted.

"Ouch!"
Chapter completed!