Chapter 1611 The tyrannical voice of "page" resounds through the sky.

Everyone looked up at the thin figure.

Can he really do that?

"Wanton!"

Suddenly, a group of people came out of the void.

A total of four people, each with different weapons, respectively, swords, knives, guns, spears!

With a snort, the four men left in unison to block Ye Qingyun's progress.

Both the funeral knife and pupil fly want to start, but they are already on the ninety-ninety-nine steps.

In this position, they can only wait, not go down. Four ants, dare to block my way? Look for death! "

Ye Qingyun raised his head and felt the breath...