On one of the peaks of Taihang Mountains, Zhao Tiezhu stood shoulder to shoulder, and the breeze blew his collar rustling. Qinglong put his hand on the sword handle behind his head and was about to draw his sword.

He said in a cold voice, "Once I get out of the sword, I can't stop it. Don't regret it!" As a dragon group, his whole heart is for the country, and his mind is naturally for the safety of people's names. Hurting people's names is not his intention.

"Noise!"

Zhao Tiezhu shook his head helplessly, arrows on the string, and had to pa. The Qinglong is still hesitant and admires...