Chapter 452: Fortune

an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping..."Draw your sword." Under the big tree, the man leaning against its trunk looked at Lu Ye calmly.

Lú Yè quietly watched him.

>>n part of the crowd, Song Zhu felt himself weakening at a visible rate, his eyes twitching violently.Even a cultivator from a first-rank sect at the ninth level couldn't withstand the erosion of that...