Chapter 1597 The person who buried the Sword Club

buried the knife, pupil flying, pupil benevolence standing in front of Ye Qingyun, looking around vigilantly.

Ye Qingyun continued to refine Jiuling Yinglong fruit.

Time passed quietly, and then a breeze came.

Just when the breeze came, it turned into a sharp blade and went towards Ye Qingyun's neck.

"Where did it come from? Shrinking turtle? Come out for me!"

The burial knife snorted coldly and stepped forward. The golden dragon knife buzzed a few times. A golden knife awn fell off and hit the wind blade. The void trembled.

"Good knife method!"

In the void, a man slowly stepped out...