Zuo Kong's frightened look was completely fixed on the old face, and he felt the pain of the broken bone. He still didn't want to believe that what he saw was true.

but it's not a dream, it's not a fake. Zuo konghan feels that his heart pulse has been squeezed into a mass under the power of that palm. If he didn't wear the second-rate chaotic Tianbao, I'm afraid he would be crushed to pieces.

"poof!"

a blood arrow shot out, left air Han was afraid that the two old brothers would follow their own footsteps, fighting for the last breath and shouting: "heaven Tiansheng... It's the cultivation of...