At this moment, the soft laughter of Li Meng'er could be heard: "Sister Feng'er, your friend is really courting death, daring to provoke Brother Yun. But don't worry, Brother Yun will surely abide by the thirty-move agreement. However, it's one thing for Brother Yun to honor the thirty moves, but if your sharp-tongued pretty boy isn't cut down by Brother Yun before thirty moves, don't feel sorry."
There is nothing more blissful than having the idol one worships stand up for you.
At this moment, she gazed at Yun Xingchuan's figure. Although she could barely catch a glimpse, she was already content. This happiness was enough to fill her heart. With one sword stroke, the momentum of the sword surged; what seemed like an insignificant sword now possessed the grandeur of a mountain, terrifying beyond measure.
Such a sword stroke was already enough to pose a serious threat!
