He wanted to see how many times this guy could use such an extreme move.
As long as he could catch his breath, it would be Chu Xisheng's moment of defeat.
However, yet another surge of grand and dominating, sharp and fierce sword intent slashed into his mind.
The Golden Wind Jade Dew Saber, encased in wind and thunder, flashed before his eyes again!
Mei Shu couldn't help but frown deeply.
How could this guy still unleash such powerful divine thought impacts and extreme moves?
Wasn't Chu Xisheng afraid of exhausting all his True Yuan and becoming a lamb to be slaughtered?
Mei Shu exerted himself to take the blow of 'Wind Chasing and Thunder Walking,' his figure sliding back ten more zhang.
At this moment, not only was his mouth and nose spewing blood, but even some pores on his body were oozing blood.
Mei Shu's steps were even more disorderly, barely able to stand.
Yet Chu Xisheng still relentlessly pursued him, like a shadow following the body.
