The sky was full of flying swords, streaking across the sky like meteors.

This scene is magnificent and refreshing.

People in Qingcheng saw an unprecedented rain of flying swords in Qingcheng today.

King Qing shouted angrily.

The steps began to retreat.

Yun Jian's forward speed was faster than King Qing's retreat speed.

Yun Jian advanced inch by inch.

The next moment, a hole appeared in Prince Qing's palm, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Another breath.

A scarlet blood flower exploded in Prince Qing's chest.

Finally, King Qing's thunder pool collapsed.

Yun Jian pushed against King Qing's body and advanced three hundred feet backward.

Finally, the thick clouds dissipated behind King Qing.

——A sword has already penetrated from King Qing's body.

This is the master of swordsmanship. The eight-level swordsman can still defeat the swordsman with one sword.
Chapter completed!