"Yang Shuai..." At this time, several people came from the northeast, but Fenger and Yuexiang, who had just received the news, and Xufeng, three of them. They just saw the air space Taoist priest's flying sword stabbing into Yang Tianxin's heart. Yang Tian's clothes were ragged, many parts were blown to pieces, his whole body was bloody, and his mouth kept spraying the blood

wind two is the highest cultivation among the people, and flies here first. When he saw the flying sword inserted into Yang's celestial body, he suddenly howled miserably, his eyes cracked, and he shot two tears of blood. He can't care about more than a dozen...