The little boy flicked his finger and offered a golden light to meet the knife, and the two lights collided with each other. The Yellow Knife disappeared in an instant, and the golden light that the little boy popped up did not fade away and continued to strike the green wave.

"Dragon Bomb! You are a dragon..."

Qing Yitao brushes and brushes the curved knife to turn over and back three steps after blocking one knife. After blocking three knives, he has already taken nine steps back. He has to stand still. He raises the curved knife in his hand and screams in horror, but he dares not say it...