Chapter 742 The sword of the Holy Land Saint

fell.

The horrible sword fell steadily on the front claws, and suddenly there was a passage, followed by a gush of blood.

Ye Qingyun's figure falls from the sky. If the sword falls, the more it falls, the stronger his momentum will be. At last, his sharp edge is exposed and overwhelming.

Step by step on the boulder. Below

is the lake.

His reflection emerged in the water.

boom!

Suddenly, a earth-shaking sound came from the waterfall.

Next came a giant.

This is a huge octopus-like monster.

Nevertheless, there are countless sharp swords on its tail, and the cold flashes.

"Eight-claw...