"Elder martial brother, help!"

the three men found Ye Feng in suspension and void. They saw Ye Feng stepping on the magic weapon. Although they didn't have time to explore his accomplishments, they were at least monks of the golden age.

Ye Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked behind the three people and saw that they were empty. However, on the ground, a little puffed sandbag moved quickly.

there was a flash of cold light on Ye Feng's face. Between the waves, dozens of flying swords shot out and left behind the three people. Dozens of flying swords circled in the air and then shot to the ground.

"roar..."

there...