Although it was just a casual slash, the sword qi released by ten percent of the cultivation was like a cold wind, and even that sword qi still carried the cold light of fireflies, the same as the cultivation of the moon yin ice energy, the garlic nose was much inferior, how dare he fight hard, his body was slightly on one side, and a sword attacked towards the back of Fang Ling.

Just as Fang Ling took out the knife, the man in black raised the soul-sucking gourd and shouted: "Soul-sucking!"