Ye Qingfeng seemed to have no strength to fight back.
As they say, a long defense will eventually fail.
If you can't hit the enemy, how can you fight?
Just one failure to defend would result in serious injury or even death.
Moreover, the Wild Dog was extremely shrewd and didn't fight Ye Qingfeng head-on.
The Wolf Fang Club in his hand, akin to the fangs of a Poison Snake.
Fiercely tearing, but always dodging away after a strike.
Like a slippery eel.
"Interesting."
Ye Qingfeng stood still, not moving an inch.
He was merely twirling his Longsword in the air, creating sword flowers.
Defending against the Wild Dog's fierce and vicious attacks.
"Kid, Master will tire you to death."
Hearing Ye Qingfeng's arrogant words when death was near.
Suddenly, the Wolf Fang Club in his hand shone even brighter.
Every move became extremely ruthless.
"Bound to die sooner or later!"
Double Saber Nie Bing stared intently at the battle between the two.
