"Bastard!" Han Feng's face was full of anger. In an instant, the Lotus of Love turned into a barrier and covered his body completely. At the same time, the third sword came. The emerald-green sword fell on the barrier, causing the barrier to tremble. Then the fourth sword came. This time the Lotus of Love couldn't hold on any longer and broke open with a bang.
Wu Yuzi laughs out loud and keeps urging the sword in his hand nonstop. Several swords then gather around his body again. If he continues to execute it like this, perhaps his sword art will not end.
Han Feng did not have time to care about the foreign True Energy raging in his body. He quickly performed Skill of Shrinking into inches. A beam of sword light almost touched his back and fell straight down from the top of his head. Ski
