Chapter 1847 Sword Bleeding

"Archaic Sword, Thunder Sword!"

The cold voice came out of Ye Qingyun's mouth, and the chill increased sharply. The golden sword in his hand fluttered violently.

The black eyes burst with chills and a sword swung out like nine thunderstorms whistling down the sky.

A step forward, Ye Qingyun swords down.

The sword fell like a thunderstorm, reaping the lives of more than a dozen swordsmen.

The swordsmen who rushed in couldn't resist this fierce sword, and their bodies exploded one after another.

At the moment, Ye Qingyun is like a god-killer.

The fighting continued around.

At this moment, Yanjian took a step and said to...