The power of a sword is as great as Mount Tai. Thousands of Wind Leaves were simultaneously cut down. Zhou was caught off guard and was directly knocked to the ground.
Suddenly, the dust in the wind all entered Zhou's nose, turning his face ashen.
If Zhou hadn't preemptively released a chaotic layer of armor, he would have almost capsized at the second checkpoint.
I accidentally suffered a blackish loss, which enraged Zhou.
The next moment, he climbed up from the ground. Before his body had stabilized, his hand struck out four palms in succession.
Suddenly, in the howling wind, a slap sound of a palm flew up, shattering the dense Wind Blades in front of him.
At this moment, Zhou waved his left hand, and a sharp sword light appeared again.
The sword's light was like the Muse Goddess. It gently unfolded, tearing the howling wind into pieces.
The roaring wind lost its momentum under the more fierce and dense sword and blade light.
