Tang's troops stood in line with Maybe's.

At this time, in the roar of the North wind, the goose feather snow suddenly fell.

There's a little depression in the atmosphere.

Tang Bing and Maybe are like masters who will be confronted in swordsman fiction.

However, it seems that Maybe is in his prime, while Tang Bing is in his prime.

Chen Yang stared closely.

The candidates are all eyes.

At this moment, Lonin's eyes were cold, and at an order, he began.

Just then, Maybe moved.

He moved like a shadow. The whole person blossoms strong vitality and momentum. Ming Dynasty is still old, the next moment into a murderer...