"You're looking for death, you know?"

Zong Ying took another step forward, and his momentum soared. "Finally, give you another chance to hand over the black eagle robber's storage ring!"

As Zong Ying spoke, the sword behind him suddenly trembled, then whispered, sheathed and flew out, turning into a blue light and landing in Zong Ying's right hand.

Song Yan smiled and said lightly, "I'm sorry, but your chance is not rare!"

"Then you're going to die!"

The sound goes straight to Song Yan's chest with a bright and beautiful sword light.

The figure flashed and the old cow appeared in front of Song Yan. A clap of the palm...