C432 Contest(2)

Before Teng Loongcanghai could soar into the air, he saw an incomparably cold saber light pouring down. He didn't expect that Ying Meiwu, who was sitting still like an old monk, would react so quickly and with such ferocity, slashing her sword through the air without even a warning. He could only brace himself and meet Ying Meiwu's sharp slash with his dragon claw