When Hanzi's hands moved in the air, the golden awn on his hands became more and more dazzling. A moment later, a dazzling golden awn Taijitu was taking shape.

"No, this is Taiji Jingotu! Don't let him make up." Zuo Xiaofeng looked at it a few times and then exclaimed.

"Little Seven, lead them out!" The cold son ignored Zuo Xiaofeng to adjust his troops and scolded loudly.

Just because his group is not just as simple as Taiji Gingo Tu at all, when Zuo Xiaofeng pointed at the twelve deceased men and rushed towards him, his Taiji Gingo Tu had been formed, and the glittering golden Taiji Tu seemed...