Mortal Realm

The wind blew, rolling up the red leaves. The sword intent struck, and the world was filled with a murderous aura. He pulled out his sword with a backhand and held it flat in front of his chest!

At this moment, Li Wenwu seemed to have changed into a different person. Although his hair was unkempt and his clothes were still ragged, he no longer looked dejected and haggard.

His pale face had already glowed with a dazzling brilliance for the past two years. He was like a sword hidden in a box, concealing his strength and biding his time, not revealing his sharp edge. That was why no one could see its brilliant brilliance at this moment when the sword was brandished!

The iron sword was swung in the wind, and a dark, cold light was aimed at Lia's throat. Before the sword arrived, the cold sword intent had already shattered the west wind! Lia's steps faltered, and she retreated seven feet.