Songpa. His long sword was also unsheathed in his hand.The sword, as slender as willow leaves, emitted a chilling cold light. As thin as a cicada's wing, every strike was like a lightning bolt falling...he death."Mr. Shi, what should we do"At this time, Xing Jun in the crowd asked Mr. Shi in a low voice.Now Chen Ping is about to die, but Xing Jun discovered that Mr. Shi doesn't seem to be ready to ma...