The sword shadow swayed, and the sound of the sword was long. It roared in the air, with a chill and boundless killing intent, suddenly converging into a beam of ethereal sword light, shooting towards Ge Shusui.
"Whoosh——"
When the sword light passed by, a voice came from the void.
Hearing this sound, the drunken Song Shuzui suddenly woke up.
Ge Shusui raised his head and saw the light of a sword as true as a divine sword flying towards him at an incomparable speed.
The sword light was like a nightmare. As soon as he saw it, his heart started to race.
Facing immense pressure and intense killing, Ge Shusui suddenly felt himself strangled by death, starting to breathe laboriously.
In haste, Ge Shuzui waved his hand.
"Roar——"
At the sound of a roar, the Golden Lion in the sky suddenly leaped towards the sword.
Ao Cangsheng saw this, and the corner of his mouth involuntarily lifted into a cold smile.
