A great crash.
The b****y silk thread once again broke the defense of the golden sword light. It was like a giant net twisting and Tang Folei's reassembled body was cut into palm-sized pieces again and fell from the sky.
But obviously, that was another incarnation.
Even if the body was cut into millions upon millions of pieces, not one drop of blood fell. It wasn't known what materials the bodies were composed of; strangely, it was like a real body.
"Haha. Martial Uncle Qi, I've almost found out the secret of your sword skill!"
Tang Folei's voice of arrogance and coldness came back again, and it was erratic in the void.
Qi Qingshan shouted coldly; the blood light all over the sky, like a whale sucking water, turned back and fell into the long sword with liquor. The blood light
