"You Chu people have been in the land of Shanyue for a long time, perhaps you already see yourselves as barbarians."
Qin Yueyue raised an eyebrow,
and said:
"Unexpectedly, the Sword Saint's words are as sharp as his sword."
The Sword Saint shook his head and said, "I didn't intend to say these things."
"Then why waste your breath?"
"Because you like to use this as a topic."
"Do you?"
"And I slowly discovered that saying some grand principles before killing does make me feel much better inside."
The Sword Saint drew the Dragon Abyss sword, his gaze slightly condensed;
the killing intent,
incomparably clear.
With words finished,
it was time to kill.
Qin Yueyue decisively threw forward the flower basket in her hand, in an instant, falling blossoms scattered, and at the same time, poisonous powder from the petals began to diffuse.
If the Sword Saint charged forward at this time, even if he didn't inhale the poison powder, his body would inevitably be corroded.
However,
