Abe Qingming suddenly felt a deep pain coming from his right arm. He heard the sound of blood splashing. The silver red blood was shining like a flower in front of his eyes. His right arm flew away.

"it's a good leaf floating, you are finally taken back by heaven." Abe Qingming's face was so pale that he hid in the air. The cherry blossom petals danced all over him. It's too late for ye Fusheng to stop him.

"the first one who can escape from my sword." With a smile of appreciation, ye Fusheng suddenly felt that there was something sweet in his throat. With a whoop, he gave...