Chapter 45 Prohibits Art, Dead Spirit Burns Sword

"Haha! You can be buried with such geniuses! I'm worth it when I die!" Ye Wutian laughed wildly and his whole body was full of blood. This is the rhythm of self-explosion!

"Are you afraid before you die?"

Ye Qingyun looked ahead coldly.

Fear?

There is no fear in his dictionary at all!

"Now my Kendo merges! Barely able to use that tactic!" Ye Qingyun's heart moved, fixed attention, no longer hesitated. He knows that the man in front of him is practicing nine times in a violent situation. Even if he makes the fusion of kendo, it will be difficult to...