C508 Desolate Mountain Fighting(1)

At the foot of the barren mountain, a cold wind blew. Luo Xuan leaned on the car door and felt the incoming killing intent. He took a deep breath and threw his cigarette butt on the ground.

His opponent was already waiting with a saber in his hand. His appearance was as if he were a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Luo Xuan seemed to be looked down upon again