”you'll regret touching my bottom line.”
startled words rushed towards xu wudao again, the true yuan into the sword dance of the airtight, only to see a line of black and white ld awn.
”that depends on whether you are capable or not!”
xu wudao, holding two blood-red swords nurtured by blood, stood up like no one else, as if the angry punch had failed to hurt him before he was frightened.
once again, he came to xu wudao and pierced him with a sword.
it is just different from just now that xu wudao actually reacted this time. one of his swords shielded from the thrilling, and the other sword sped at the thrilling.
lin hui looked at it clearly, xu wudao is now showing the strength is far from his own seventh level of war emperor realm can do.
what is the origin of those two swords, and let a man of the seventh order emperor use the strength of the ninth peak emperor?
lin hui has a wide range of knowledge. i can't see what's going on with this sword.
”do you think this will beat me?”
with a gloomy face and a dead stare at xu wudao, xu wudao has now been killed thousands of