Ye Dun stepped forward and came to the lonely front. This time, he would not have any scruples, nor would he worry about other people's disturbance, eyes, killing wantonly and wantonly.

The emptiness is dead and silent, and the cruel murder of the ancient times roars towards loneliness, making his heart convulse suddenly.

The lonely and cold breathing became extremely heavy, and his face was very ugly. Duan Chongyu's appearance was like a mountain, which made his heart clouded.

A hundred metres black Jiao, once again appearing on his lonely head, now he knows very well that if he does not have to fight for his life, he will surely...