In the smoke and dust, the spirit of Golden Mang and ice and fire flutters wildly, killing fiercely intends to permeate the space.

Lu Chuanfeng retreated a few steps, clasping the right arm of the cold fire demon sword, trembling slightly, rolling blood and gas all over his body, showing a pale face, while leaf dust, his body remained motionless, and his golden armor hung like a god of war.

Obviously, Ye Du is better than Ye Du in this collision.

Lu Chuanfeng looked at Ye Dun with gloomy eyes and said indifferently, "I didn't expect you to have a variant, but if you think I'm the only one who...