The distance between the two is only a few meters, which is only a few seconds for Nalan Yanran’s speed. The figure flashes into the attack range, and the sword swings as if The venomous serpent in general, with a sharp wind-breaking sword gang, stabs fiercely at Xiao Yan’s chest.
Looking indifferently at the tip of the sword that was continuously enlarged in the pupil, Xiao Yan’s palm completely disengaged from the handle of the Xuanzhong ruler, and because of the separation of the Xuanzhong ruler, his tumultuous anger was roaring in the meridian at this moment. The sense of full power lingers in Xiao Yan’s body.
When the sword body wrapped in the pale cyan physical wind was about to reach a half-foot in front of the chest, Xiao Yan finally made a move, kicking hard on the heavy ruler next to him and inserting it on the ground, his body suddenly He moved half a meter to the left and lightly avoided Nalan Yanran’s fierce attack.