The hidden power in the boxing style had lasted a long time, injuring Xie Xuan. However, Xie Xuan's divine power was clearly not strong enough.
"Bang!"
With a heavy blow, Xie Xuan retreated again and again. Finally, he dropped to one knee on the ground. His face flushed red, his mouth full of blood.
"Last time I fought, I thought this sword was very good. If you don't want it, just give it to me." Qin Feng looked at the sword in his hand and smiled.
Xie Xuan's expression suddenly changed. He didn't have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He quickly lowered his head. As expected, he found that his long sword had been taken by this young hooligan.
He often practiced swordsmanship in the past. To obtain this fine sword, his father spent a lot of money. However, after cultivating the Voodoo body, Xie Xuanmingxian started using the Voodoo Claw techniques, and naturally, the sword had been set aside for some time.
