"Kill me! It depends on your means. " Yi Feng laughed, with a sense of heroism, just like a hawk hitting the sky, pounced on each other. The energy in the body turns into a sharp sword. With the help of mutual energy, he cuts across his waist towards the other side.

"hum! Do you think I am the holy step you killed? " With a sneer from the fifth level, the fighting spirit in his body gushed out. At this time, his fighting spirit did not shake people's hearts. Instead, it was the size of a sharp sword, which bombarded the terrorist energy of Yi Feng.

although the energy...