After freeing his hands, the man prepared to release his feet again. The crisp sound of dislocated joints rang out in the warehouse. Feng Qing frowned. She naturally understood what the man was doing. She also knew that this man could really do it.
After thinking for a while, Feng Qing took out a key from her pocket and slid it to Xie Jiuhan. Seeing the key so close, the man was slightly stunned. He subconsciously raised his head to look at her. Seeing that the other party was continuing to walk out, the man hurriedly picked up the key and released his feet.
At this moment, the Sword God was standing at the entrance of the warehouse. His body was as straight as a pine tree, and his aura, which was as sharp as a sword, spread out endlessly. When he saw someone walking out of the darkness, the ancient sword in the Sword God's hand made a light sound like a swimming dragon. Then, he slowly raised his arm and pointed the tip of the sword at Feng Qing.
