Chapter 125 Thunder Separation, Come!

A golden knife emerged behind the middle-aged man in the golden robe.

His soul of arms, the golden iron knife!

"Let me die!" Pointing to the front, a golden gas whistled and soon evolved into a golden knife in the void.

The big knife skimmed through the air, crossed a terrible awn, and went straight to Yewuhai.

Ye Wuhai's pupils shrank sharply, his body quivered, and his face showed despair.

Just now he still had the momentum, because he knew that as long as Ye Qingyun was there, Ye Jia would not die out!

But now I know from the other mouth that Ye Qingyun...