Chen Tianming's brow is not tight when he sees Justin's momentum. He can see that the destructive power of Justin is quite amazing, and the attack power has even broken through the shackles of the later period of Huadan.

"Bobo..." Justin gently waved the heavy sword in his hand. A series of golden fighting spirit burst the air around the blade.

in the face of Chen Tianming's pot cover like swordsmanship, Justin's eyes suddenly sank, and a voice sounded like the roar from the beast: "saint? 18 chop!"

"Shua!" The huge heavy sword was waved in Justin's hands as light as nothing, and the space around the heavy sword was...