"Give it back to me!" Qing Shui reached out instinctively to snatch it.
Li Changzhou glanced over, and the giant sword in his hand followed through with a swing.
Whoosh!
Qing Shui saw the sky full of yellow sand, standing alone in the center of the desert, with not a cloud above or a breath of wind anywhere, the sand pressing in from all directions, making it hard for her to breathe, so painful...
The giant sword stopped steadily at the tip of Qing Shui's nose.
This great sword, which required Qing Shui's entire body to wield, felt as light as a feather in Li Changzhou's hands.
"How's this move? My unique technique," Li Changzhou inverted the sword, with the tip pointing downward, and offered the hilt to Qing Shui.
It was then that Qing Shui felt her heart pounding violently again; her consciousness had nearly been overwhelmed!
If it had been an ordinary sand person, they would have definitely died just now.
