Seeing the actions of the Xia Army, Li Xuanling was not only surprised but even had a hint of admiration in her eyes.
Of course, none of this affected her swordplay.
"Courting death!"
Clang!
At the critical moment, from the rear of the Xia Army, suddenly flew out a massive figure three meters tall. A giant sword abruptly blocked the front, intercepting Li Xuanling's sword.
Crack...
It intercepted only for a moment.
The right arm blade of the three-meter-high Sword Puppet was directly severed.
"Sword Puppet, Xia Chuan!"
Looking at the golden puppet that suddenly appeared before her, Li Xuanling showed no surprise on her face. The soldiers who fled back from the battle at Changbai Gully had already told her about Xia Chuan's Sword Puppet.
Xia Chuan stood behind the Sword Puppet, his expression extremely heavy, seeing the right arm blade of the Sword Puppet severed with just one sword. Li Xuanling's strength far exceeded his expectations.
