"boom..." With a loud bang, the huge blade was smashed by the seemingly fragile red moon. After all, Lin Xiaoyi is far from reaching the level of jiuchongtian, but this blade has also dimmed the red blade. At that time, Hu yingmeng has shot out the spirit bow in his hand, an ice arrow straight out, directly on the moon, once again making the moon dark It's a lot lighter, and chiyichen's body is already standing in front of the body of hupengqi. He drinks a lot in his mouth, and even goes straight to the moon with a fist.

"click..." One sound, the moon awn, which had been consumed...