The Mongolian war in the battle naturally found Ye Dun's sneer, which made him angry.

"Kill!" The Mongolian war spits out a cold pronunciation. The Hawthorn of his palm, the golden awn, is heavy and oppressive on the crowd, which makes people feel that their bodies are immobile.

I saw him leaping high into the void, falling down the Haotian hammer, as if the sky were going to break up, powerful, constantly smashing the horror of the fight.

However, Ye Dun did not retreat, but still punched out. At the same time, a punch was heavier and more domineering than a punch.

"This leaf dust, simply bombarded the front, did...