Seeing Ye Dun finally meet the challenge, Yan Feng's face is full of excitement, his hands clasped the black heavy sword, like a belligerent lion, his eyes twinkling, looking for the weakness of the other side, eager to kill at one blow.

"Kill!"

Opening his mouth and spitting out a sound, Yan Feng's body moved and rushed toward Yedun. The heavy sword was raised without any fancy, and it fell like this.

Ye Dun's eyes are indifferent, and he looks at the sharp front coming down from the sky. His hands are slightly clenched, and his fist suddenly bursts out, which makes the crowd's eyes all congealed. Ye Dust does...