As soon as Fang hit the ground, Li Ping'an slashed out again

A gash was opened on the opponent's shoulder, and blood gurgled out.

All this happens only in the blink of an eye.

The messenger's reaction was not swift, but Li Ping'an's speed was too fast.

Within five steps, a Qi practitioner of the same level has absolutely no chance of winning against a martial artist.

Although Li Ping'an is not a martial artist, his strength is not weaker than that of a lower third-level warrior.

The attack was fierce and did not give the messenger a chance to react.

The messenger's throat hurt, and a stream of blood flowed down his throat.

Just as he was about to cast a spell, there was just a flash of cold light.

Coming towards his head again.

The blade is as thin as a cicada's wing and carries terrifying power, making people tremble with fear.

What a sharp knife!

The messenger barely managed to escape, but then the cuffs suddenly burst open with a pop.

Li Ping'an held the sword secret in his hand and said, "Go!"
Chapter completed!