Cut off the cufflink shadow, drink low in the mouth, and dash for the sword again. The light flashes for a while, but I can’t see the murder.
Zhou Jia’s eyes narrowed and his shield blocked consciousness. Shield against! "Ding …" Enough to cover the whole chest shield, and the light of the sword collided with each other in a flash. Defensive perfection (127/1) The level of perfection seems to be that after the limit of Wushu reaches this level, the shield in…