Chapter 1839 The Land of Death

"As I said, you're all going to die!"

The cold voice fell, and the next moment, Ye Qingyun took a step. With a tremor of his golden sword in his hand, a sword burst out from the sword and fell on the person ahead.

This purple saint's jealousy is very strong. Before I saw Ye Rou's face, I was extremely jealous. How could Ye Qingyun let her go?

The sword was severely chopped off.

Swordsmanship, as long as a hundred feet, vastly landed on the Purple Saint.

Zisheng could not resist the fierce sword at all. The next moment, with a loud bang, his...