the people around him, even some of the onlookers who had no time to dodge.
”the black lor line left, is for the
ight ghost, the plain lor line right, is for the heaven. ten thousand swords! ”
he spoke to himself, pinching the french seal with both hands, and in the running of zhenyuan, untless swords were crisscrossed in the field of swords.
the space shrouded in the whole field of the sword is full of painful wailing, untless blood spilled down, the ground dyed with blood red lor.
”is this the sword formula for scaring hong-yin?”