Turning his fist into a palm, a light blue fighting spirit gushed out from his palm, like a monstrous huge wave, bombarding the Dragon Slaying Saber.

Cengcengceng, Dou Zhan took seven or eight steps back in a row, but Ning Qi still stood there, looking at him indifferently.

"What kind of sword technique is this? How can it be so strong?"