chapter 22 life hanging by a thread

The sword light is as cold as ice, and the True Qi is as surging as the tide.

Maurice heart couldn't help but tremble. He snatched the micro charge from the hand of a minion beside him and faced the unparalleled sword light with all his strength.

As if a hot knife had cut into the butter, the foot-long sword light directly cut off Wei Chong in the middle. The True Qi was like a broken bamboo and struck Maurice right arm, and his whole body flew out like a cannonball.

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