The roaring sound burst out, centered on leaf dust, more than ten miles of space were annihilated, the wind rolled, as if ushered in the end of the astonishing.

Ye Dun's body retreated wildly, holding the arm of the king's sword, was already at its limit, trembling slightly, the tiger's mouth was torn, and blood gushed out.

"After all, there's no way to entirely urge it." Ye Dun looked at the king's sword and flashed a trace of helplessness. Now, he still can't really urge the king's sword. What he can do is just to send out the king's breath of the king's sword to shake the shadow of the...