On the battlefield, Cong Yu was only holding a long gun, and his steps were turning mysteriously. A circle of gun shadows sealed Yuan Ye's retreat. The shooting technique was extremely tricky, and Yuan Ye's swordsmanship was just the same. In the dance room of the sword body, every time he could break the black gun shadow that had been close to him and the cold fighting Qi. Then he waved the long sword, and the sword Qi was always waiting for the counter attack.

"good boy, I thought I was superior to you, but I'm smaller than you. If I can fight with you for thousands of years, maybe...