Yuan Ye looks up. Looking at the fog, with a sneer of Kou Yi, the energy of terror. It's crazy gathering around him.

"hum, I'm afraid you don't have that life to suck my strength." Yuan ye put away his sword and stretched out his hands. At the same time, the three waves were seen from his hands and his eyebrows.

the gray eyes were staring at the tall young people below. Kou Yi took a deep breath of air. The withered hand clenched the extremely heavy serrated saber, which moved slowly in a way that was almost imperceptible. And as the sword moves. The energy ripples of diffusion are...