"Swoosh!"
Her figure suddenly leaped up.
The next second, she directly appeared in front of Feng Yuan.
"Boom!"
The long whip in Feng Yuan's hand was swung, and before the dragon-shaped phantom could form, it was seized by Luo Qingtong in her hand.
It was like a venomous dragon that had just emerged from its cave, abruptly captured by someone at its throat.
"Rumble!"
Luo Qingtong's fingers suddenly clenched.
In an instant, that long whip cracked inch by inch under the powerful grip of her fingers!
"Crackling!"
Like a dragon being brutally dissected, the long whip was abruptly crumpled into a lump of scrap metal in Luo Qingtong's hand.
The powerful energy burst forth directly, along the whip, roaring towards Feng Yuan who was holding the whip like a tidal wave.
Block?
A sly and domineering smile spread across Luo Qingtong's lips.
No, she doesn't need to block!
Feng Yuan truly underestimated her!
