Chapter 392 the Swordmaster
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When his palm touched the hilt of the blade ...
The entire blood sea seemed to be trembling.
Immediately after.
Peng Qing realized that his palm seemed to be pulled by some kind of suction force. No matter how he struggled, he could not pull his palm away.
It was also at this moment.
A terrifying thought rose from the long saber.
It was a cold and cruel voice.
It instantly resounded throughout the entire blood sea.
"How many years has it been?"
"The chance I've been waiting for is finally here!"
hahahaha, I've finally gotten my chance!
A few simple sentences.
In Peng Qing's ears, however, it was as if he was standing in the middle of a Thunderbolt. His body that was formed from his divine thoughts almost collapsed.
A sense of Great Terror welled up in his heart.
He could no longer maintain his calm.
He wanted to speak.
However-