With a single step, the ground trembled beneath his feet. The wooden sword in his hand sliced through the air, whistling faintly as it charged towards Li Luo ahead.,Li Luo's figure, like a flying sparrow, darted forward to the burly youth's front. The wooden sword in his hand was drawn suddenly with the momentum of unsheathing, and in that instant, a gleam flashed by, piercing towards the burly youth's chest at lightning speed.,Haha, this time writing the new book, when writing about Li Luo, I had a feeling like an old father. Maybe it's because I'm a dad myself now。