Chapter 510

As the words fell, a bone-chilling killing intent like a winter storm shrouded Lord Yan Qing, making Lord Yan Qing feel incomparably cold all over.

At this very moment, Lord Yan Qing only felt as if he were in sub-zero temperatures, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Shrouded in sword energy, Lord Yan Qing felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the blood in his body was about to freeze.

Feeling the killing intent shrouding him, and the invisibly locked sword intent.

Lord Yan Qing only felt that he couldn't even open his mouth.

He could clearly feel that although Jing Liu's eyes were covered with a black cloth, that terrifying sword intent was shrouding him.

That sharp, sword-like gaze pierced through the void and stabbed straight at him.

"Receive!"

Taking a deep breath, feeling his uncontrollable, trembling legs, Lord Yan Qing's face looked somewhat ferocious, and he stepped forward with his fists tightly clenched.

"Boom!"

The moment the words fell, a cold sword intent fell like a storm, completely "slashing" at Lord Yan Qing.

"Ah!"

In the next second, Lord Yan Qing roared low, and five flying swords came out together, instantly flashing with colorful light; the rich sword energy was like ice spray, turning into a huge sword gang, and like lightning, it directly bombarded Jing Liu's sword intent strongly!

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering explosion rang out.

The biting sword energy rushed straight into the sky; the floating dark clouds were instantly shredded, the sky opened, and the moonlight like water poured down.

The sword energy spread to the surroundings with Lord Yan Qing's standing place as the center, making the surrounding buildings and boxes shatter, like a Jedi storm.

Lord Yan Qing looked up at the sky.

In the sky.

That sword turned back and stabbed out, in a straight line, the sword light was sharp, steps followed the body, body followed the sword, eyes, hands, and steps combined; Jing Liu, sword in hand, eyes in heart, body leaped, sword like a flying phoenix soaring in the sky.

Suddenly she smiled, and the sword energy that should have been sharp and peerless suddenly turned into a breeze, brushing past Lord Yan Qing and merging into the surrounding world.

Lord Yan Qing only felt that his mind was a bit trance-like, and his whole body seemed to be unable to stand steadily, ready to stagger and fall to the ground at any time.

But Lord Yan Qing still endured the fatigue and looked toward Jing Liu.

However, what entered his eyes was not Jing Liu, but only Jing Liu's voice.

"Good sword heart."

"With this sword, take it as a gift of thanks; the fate is deep, and we will continue it another day."

"I will take your phone; I will add the contact information of that Morax myself."

"Thanks, little brother."

"Go, gone."

Hearing this voice, Lord Yan Qing gasped for air.

He just felt that he had walked through the gates of hell.

Almost, almost died.

However, in the next second, Lord Yan Qing heard Jing Liu's later words, and his face changed greatly again.

His phone was taken away?

When?