"Seven stars fall, swaying light..."
Jiang Ziming was clearly extremely proud of his swordsmanship, openly reciting the move's name before attacking, his voice like a crane's cry, piercing the eardrums.
At the same time.
As the sword light intensified, Chen Ping felt seven points of sword light appear before his eyes, stabbing directly at his brow, philtrum, throat, left and right chest, lower abdomen, and other vital points...
The sword light's landing point was unpredictable; even before the blade touched his body, a chilling sensation pierced his bones.
A sharp pain, like needles, reacted in his mind.
This feeling was not an illusion.
Chen Ping knew that the opponent's swordsmanship was exquisite, which was fine... the key was that this sword seemed to be imbued with some inexpli
