Chapter 1297: Face-Slapping Binger Zhao (2/2)

Only after a few seconds, the screaulfed by the Black-White Millstone

The Black-White Millstone for once

Everyone around was shocked as if they had just seen a ghost

”Whoa! Even the Saint's Druuy?” Everyone discussed with disbelief

In reality, Qingfeng was shocked hi naturally knew the powers of the Saint's Drum It was created from a saint level dey that could engulf all However, the Black-White Millstone easily sed it

Qingfeng ondering what this powerful thing inside his er Zhao was shocked, standing there duine that Qingfeng could s her Saint's Druedy Ever since she ood has happened First the Refinery King Kettle was shattered, and now the Saint's Dru was her arch ne looked at everyone's frozen shock with hints of joy

He was the first to recover froer Zhao, and let this wo hiround with his foot, and flew up into the air like lightning, and suddenly appeared before Binger Zhao

Binger Zhao's expressions changed and woke up fro had already appeared before her, giving her no chance to respond

Qingfeng reached out with his right hand, and, swinging an arc with iht side of Binger Zhao's face

With a slap sound, five-finger prints appeared on Binger Zhao's face It was very obvious, as it bruised her attractive face and left a ain shocked into a dumb state

”What did we just see? The Sword E?”

”Qingfeng is too arrogant, how could he slap Binger Zhao, the princess of the Sword Eer Zhao, but her status is still there Qingfeng is bound to be targeted by the Sword Eh, I do feel sy I ader Zhao's face turned green when she heard the gossip She was the Sword Ee, no one in Huaxia's self-cultivation world dared to do that to her

”Ah! Qingfeng, how dare you slap er Zhao roared in anger, and her eyes filled with feng into eight pieces to release her anger

”What a stupid woman, you still want to kill ot, do you think you'll be able tosmiled coldly withraised his left hand and slapped Binger Zhao on her left face, and it turned her left face swollen and red Just like her right side, there were five clear red fingerprints

Now the two sides of Binger Zhao's face were symmetrical, swollen like two red dinner rolls Her once pretty face was nolady, without any of the class and grace that the Sword E was invincible, powerful, and glorious Binger Zhao clearly wasn't his opponent

The saint's treasures in Binger Zhao's hands had already been shattered, and, with no ability to stop Qingfeng, her face was brutally beaten up by him