"How do I feel about the magic knife of my years?"

Song Yan held his sword and looked at the elders of the Tianfeng nationality and the other two high-ranking gods.

When they heard what he said, their faces changed quickly.

but it didn't mean to continue.

After a while, the elder suddenly said, "Chu Fan, how about this matter?"

She has realized that even if they can chop Chufan off today, they will pay a heavy price. If Tianfeng people lose one or two high-ranking gods, they will lose in the next battle.

So even though she was very upset, she had to take a step back.

"So far?"...