"To die!" Yuan Ye's speed shocked Ye Xiangge's heart. As soon as the full moon machete was back in his hand, a bright fighting spirit was formed on the blade, and then a knife burst out!

"I want you to chop!" Ye Xiangge's palm just flashed out. Yuan Ye's solid sword without any fancy was a fierce blow under the blade of his hand. At this moment, the golden fighting spirit surged out!

when the two strong teams meet, one is ready to take off and the other is in a hurry to fight. Yuan Ye's own strength has now surpassed that of the other, so he doesn't need to...