Ye Jingyu, who was also covered with blood, struggled to get up on the ragged hill. He held the heaven Zun sword tightly in his right hand and clubbed it on the ground to support his body. There was no fear, no depression on his face, and only a strong sense of war!

unyielding, unyielding, unwilling, not afraid, not afraid!

"you have lost your mind and are possessed by the sword spirit. Are you like this or you?" The cold voice came from ye Jingyu's mouth, but his eyes were fixed on Xiao Geng's red eyes.

but xiaogeng's blood red eyes were also staring at Ye Jingyu's eyes. The counter...