When the second level God

sprinted, loneling became seven or eight people again, and the sword in his hand suddenly became thousands of swords.

"speed of sword comparison?"

the Ziyu sword in Li Donglei's hand moved. For almost a moment, Li Donglei seemed to have a tornado in front of him. Meanwhile, countless yellow and bright swords stabbed lonely Ling.

thousands of lights and the moon!

"sonorous!" "Sonorous!" "Sonorous!" "Qiang!"

countless crashing sounds were heard one after another, but then Li Donglei's long legs, like steel, turned into shadows, and drew hard at lonely Ling.

"boom!" Dugu Lin's whole body was smashed away. Look at Li Donglei's eyes surprised.

soon,...