Shangdan's son took a deep breath, his face was green, he shouted loudly, and swords rushed up again. In the roar of swords, a huge whirlwind was blowing within 30 meters of the square circle, blowing up the dust on the ground and covering their bodies.

jingling, but see two people separated and reunited, closed and divided again, so again and again, when the fourth time, see cold son mouth spilled blood, Shangdan son although his hands trembled, it seems that there is no injury, apparently is the upper hand.

Xiaojiu uttered a cry of alarm, trying to rush over to check the typhoid fever, but he saw that Shangdan...