Chapter one eighteen

Ye Chu's hand is the holy art. It is full of flowers and flowers. It blends with the snowflakes of heaven and earth. It is a gorgeous and dazzling picture, beautiful and fierce.

the swords are all over the sky, covering each other and leaving. It's shocking. The petals are flying, making a trace in the void. Ye Chu's world-shaking fighting power came out in a complete riot at this moment.

this kind of power dances. The humanoid does not change color at all. Other tails sweep out behind him. The tails change and turn into countless. They roll over directly, like whips, smashing all the flowers...