"Bang!"
The figure of light saw the obstruction, unable to avoid it, and let out a cold snort, throwing a punch, with a vast blast of wind carrying the force of a mountain, landing heavily on the sword light.
Crack!
The Sword Qi was unexpectedly sharp, the force of the punch was directly cut apart, although the Sword Qi was also shattered, a dark force acted on the figure's arm, forcing them back several steps.
Sizzle.
The figure was caught off guard, tapping the ground repeatedly with their feet to stabilize, and borrowing Ye Xuan's lightning-fast interference, Ling Qianxue swiftly grabbed the Prison God Flower with one hand, directly storing it in the brocade box, then angrily looking at the person who attacked suddenly.
"Who are you? Don't you know about first come, first served?" Ling Qianxue coldly said to the figure.
