The shadow of the sword moves unreasonably. The nine silver contests are like nine dragons and snakes winding across the sky. At night, the cracks appear. At different angles, different shocks are driven and the elders are beheaded.

the sword is very powerful, like a whip, trying to tear the space surrounded by nine people.

"Wrath of the Holy Spirit!" In the face of such fierce nine swords, the referee elder took a silver cross from his neck, and the hazy luster was revealed on the upper layer of the cross, and instantly dyed all the areas around him pure white!

"hum!" With a faint hum, a little white light...