Ye Dun's eyes flashed an indifferent color when he saw the flaming sword coming. He had just refused the other party's request. The other party did not resent him. He even went out in anger directly. He did not leave any situation at all. He was very aggressive.

With a slight step, Ye Dun stared at the killing sword, waved his big hand and grasped it directly. In an instant, the swaying sword remained motionless and the death was fixed there.

"Hmm?"

The man's eyebrows were wrinkled and his eyes were stunned. A fiery flame broke out and spread along the sword. He wanted to burn the arm of Yedun...