"Yes!" Du Xianjin nodded and his tolerance for Song Yan reached its limit.

The next moment, Qinglong chops, Xuanwu stabs, Baihu punches, Suzaku does not start, but her eyes have been locked in Song Yan, at any time may send a fatal blow.

Qinglong's knife is as simple as it can be.

The basaltic sword never moved forward, leaving no way out for itself.

The white tiger's fists are in full swing, with me or without him.

The sparrow's flying knife was ready to go, not knowing where it was hiding.

This is the first time that the four secrets have joined forces against a person, but it's like thousands...