Ye Chu doesn't say a word, and his fingers move. The whole man's momentum suddenly changes. His body has a texture, and the power in his body bursts out, and condenses on Ye Chu's fingertips.

the artistic conception vibrates ceaselessly and integrates into the fingertips. Ye Chu, as a whole, stands there with a sharp edge. The frightening momentum rushed to the sky, the sky was dispersed, and the sound of swords shook constantly.

a terrifying sense of killing came out, which caused the temperature around to drop at a low speed, and everyone felt cold.

"sword killing!"

Ye Chu yelled, and the artistic conception locked a practitioner. His sharp...