"Peng!"

a dark purple flame rose from Chen Tianming's hand, and all the black gas that he tried to drill into his body was burned!

but Chen Tianming didn't have a chance to breathe at all. It was almost two breaths, and three unparalleled winds hit him.

Chen Tianming didn't want to think about it either. His back is light and wings are light. He drags up a purple and gold tail. He has been several miles away.

"boom!" Huge roar, staggered bombardment in the position where Chen Tianming just stood, the space around a concussion.

Chen Tianming was a little surprised. Except that Wutian was Wuhua's elder martial brother,...