Nie Feng knew that the war was inevitable, and he did not talk much nonsense. He stood on the Qin River with his clothes sweeping and his whole body was full of fierce breath.

"Death!"

Liulian exudes a bitter and cold breath all over her body. On the sword, it exudes a brilliant crystal brilliance, as if it had captured the glory of the full moon.

"This woman's strength is very strong." Wu Zichuan was indifferent. When he met Liu Lian, the woman's killing intentions were very serious. If Wu Zichuan did not know the art of Yuan Zhan, he would be worried about his life.

"You and I are...