"Laoshen!"

Looking at his companion Lian Ren and Yuan Ying being cut in two with a sword, Tong Qianjun's shock was stronger than anyone else's. At the same time, there was a deep sense of happiness. Fortunately, the sword was not directed at him, otherwise, the dead man was not Shen Tianyang, but him.

Looking at Song Yan standing with a sword, he suddenly moved in his heart. This kid was only in the middle of his appearances, but he displayed such an earth-shaking sword. It must have consumed a lot, and maybe even lost the ability to continue to work.

When he thought of this, he could not help...