"Do you want to die?" Shangguanren roars, but at the moment of his roar, Yuan Ye's body is suddenly and strangely twisted. At the same time, the sword in his hand makes a sharp turn, a low voice, the tip of the sword is instantly covered by a golden fighting spirit. The sword spirit is blowing, and the air around is like being torn. After a slight stagnation of the sword, the sound of the wind breaking through the eardrum hit the hilt of shangguanren heavily.

"Ding!" The loud sound of the intersection of gold and iron suddenly sounded in the field, which lasted for a long time. With this...