Nine foetuses move in unison, surpassing the three inborn products in strength. The sharp sword light cuts the thunder and takes the brow of the 17th prince.

"insect subtotal!" The seventeen princes seem to have expected this sword for a long time. His face is like an ancient well, and he can't afford any waves. His palm grasps falsely, and the thunder shines brightly. A long sword flies from the thunder, and only one sword destroys Yi Yu's three swords.

"this Dao..." Yi Yu's face slightly changed. This long Sabre shining with thunder is no stranger.

Lei Yan Dao, the life weapon of junao in the master hall, was originally...