Ye Dun's eyes with a gloomy color, the ancient killing spread from the body, covering the whole space, that violent fist, if the wind rages like that, shocking, roaring toward Han Rulong, straight to the point.

"Broken!"

Han Rulong's palm beat, and suddenly his sword arose and collided with his fist.

boom!

Sword Mang turned into nihility, and the fist edge disappeared at the same time. Han Rulong's body retreated more than ten meters, covering his chest, feeling a sharp pain of crispness.

He never imagined that he would meet Ye Dun so soon. Although he shouldered the responsibility of killing Ye Dun, it was under the joint efforts that...