tions.
drops of blood flowed out of wokang and dripped from the air.
”when exactly is it?”
he looked unbelievably at the loss of memory. when was he hit by the attack?
”shuo feng! these new winds are your sword spirit! ”
he finally reacted, starting with no memory of the sword, and then the wind began.
”this is the price i have to pay for you to underestimate me.”
wu yi looked at wokang and gave a sneer.
wokang's repair was really good, at least blocked most of his sword spirit.
”you haven't told me why you're here yet.”
seeing that wuyi and wakang both stopped their hands, god was tired of leaving before he went up again and looked at them.
she didn't like the people who fought the war. if it hadn't been for the fight, it would have spread to the four disciples below, and she had now driven them all back.
”you know what, the inheritor of the gun god?”
ai will watch god hate to leave, the people in the dark sky have never had a reputation in the war day, if it is someone else, it should have been fought by now. but he is an excep