The crowd looked at Ye Dun's bewildering behavior, some incredible, Ye Dun, mad?

The fire of the sun, which he was proud of, was swallowed by the bloody head, and now he ran towards the broken blade. It was a dead end.

"I thought you were so strong, but it seemed like you were just making a name for yourself."

Qin Daojun disdained to say that his hands were photographed in the empty sky one after another, and the broken blade burst out with thick awns of knives, one by one, chopping out, a total of nine. On each awn of knives, there was an evil breath, full of endless...