The yin-yang mage smiled, looked at the Tomahawk on his hand, flicked his fingers a few times, and said, "of course, I won't be wrong about what you mean."

"Ye Tian, kill him with Kunlun thirteen swords. You don't have much time. If you use pure martial arts, you won't win him." Ye Fusheng said. If he had gone to war, the yin-yang mage would have gone to hell.

Ye Tian also played the green sword in his hand and said slowly, "although this is not Kunwu sword, it can still kill people, but only leave a little red." When the words fall, the sword Qi bursts out, forming a...