Chapter 713 You Don’t Want This Smoke
- A cold wind rose, the west wind howled.
- Facing a sword strike that had pushed past the peak of expert combat artist—peerless and fierce—Yulian didn’t even blink. He surged forward, blade in hand. His saber light swept down like a rainbow spearing the sun. The sequence flowed smooth as water. One blade, one sword—their blows smashed together.
- “Bang!”