The tiger's mouth was bleeding profusely.
A cold chill loomed over the sky.
A figure in white robes, from far to near, suddenly appeared in midair.
His white clothes outshone the snow, his long sword as frosty as ice.
He was cool and aloof, graceful and dignified.
Just by standing in the air, sword qi soared into the sky.
It was the Ningxue Sword!
Rui Qianshan!
He had finally arrived at this moment.
...
Ningxue Sword stood in front of Yu Haoran and the other two, facing Sun Wutian, and raised an eyebrow: "Sun Wutian, we meet again. In two years, this is our second encounter."
He said calmly: "Almost forgot, the last time we met, you probably don't remember. At that time, you were a zombie, your whole body was rotten, bones jingling as you ran, losing a leg half way... That leg is with me, do you want it back?"
Blood stained the corner of Sun Wutian's mouth.
After all, his strength had not fully recovered, yet he was fighting desperately alone against three great experts.
