On the one hand, the vitality is constantly lost, on the other hand, it is continuously supplemented. Yi Qingxue's eyes are also shooting out the rolling fine awn. In the long roar of his mouth, the figure of emperor Zhenwu appears on her head.

it seems that this figure is not made up of emptiness, but contains the real power of the ancient emperor, revealing endless majesty, peering at the top of the world, looking slightly down, as if showing a trace of anger.

seems to feel the anger of emperor Zhenwu. Zhenwu sword even shudders, hesitates, resists and fears. The figure of the emperor moves slightly, and a palm...