At this moment, Ling Beichen seemed determined to kill, and this strike from above brought unprecedented pressure.
Now Zuo Wenchuan found himself at the end of his wits, unable to resist.
He had just hidden the girl in his arms behind him, ready to risk his life, when a sonorous dragon roar rang in everyone's ears.
A dragon-shaped phantom wrapped in fierce cold light burst out from the door, leaving frost wherever it passed, and the dragon-shaped palm force rushed straight at Ling Beichen!!
BANG!!!
A thundering explosion echoed.
Zuo Wenchuan didn't wait to fight desperately and hurriedly held Xu Qiaohui, but even so, he was still too close to the point of conflict between the two forces.
The entire person was shaken and flown by the aftermath of the force.
The remaining disciples of Luochun Manor retreated one after another, and Xia Wanshuang was lifted by the strong wind, floating back three to five yards before landing slowly.
