The Language Cultivation Chapter 91

In this case, the unlearned will die.

But Blake Lin won’t.

The air froze for a second.

The next moment, thousands of sword energies came out at the same time!

The sword light was like a solid object, like a white blade in the sun, hitting the monster's arms, head, and the thorns on its shoulders. After the sound of breaking through the wind, it was like the clang of a hard object hitting a hard object! After the sword energy attacked the monster, it did not dissipate immediately, but turned around and attacked the next monster, and so on.