The power of the Sword Master Cold Crow was eroding his space of survival, the raging sword light already enveloped the area where he could move.
When the blockade is complete, it will also be the time when Roger meets his end.
"Too weak, you're still too weak!"
The Sword Master Cold Crow opposite suddenly became frantic, as if the power Roger exhibited couldn't satisfy him.
He was like a drunkard enjoying himself, only to find himself the only sober one among the revelers.
This irresistible state made him even more disappointed.
"Faster, stronger!"
"Your swordsmanship only has power, it's missing a true soul!"
"You should have come ten years later, I was too impatient, I shouldn't have let you go just now."
"I've waited for so many years, the most desperate period has passed, if I can hold on a little longer."
"Maybe... Maybe you would impress me!"
The Sword Master Cold Crow's attack suddenly slowed down, but Roger felt the pressure increase doubly.
