Tornadoes, snowflakes, roaring swords, and the man holding silver and white hands, have become a strange landscape between the heaven and the earth!

"your strength is really strong, no wonder you can be arrogant, but this seat is not as weak as you think!" Xuanming's voice seemed to blend into the air and spread far and wide. Then Chen Tianming rushed into the tornado with his sword in his eyes

Chen Tianming stands in the void, his sword is slightly restrained, and the huge tornado actually cracks from it. Chen Tianming's face changes. Under his dancing clothes, his hands turn over and smash it. The three colors of light converge...