In everyone's astonished eyes, Chen Tianming's palm turned down, and the flow of strange tracks disappeared instantly.

immeasurably relieved, the sword in his hand was tight, and the purple flying sword quickly ran up.

"it's a good thing to collect it quickly, or you'll suffer a lot!" With a wry smile, he looked back at Chen Tianming and asked, "what was in your palm just now?" He is most concerned about this, because the strange track is his favorite sword skill.

Wu Hua, Wu Liang, Mo Sheng looks at Chen Tianming with the same puzzled face. Most of his eyes are different. Just now, they felt a strong rush on...