Font
Large
Medium
Small
Night
Prev Index    Favorite NextPage

The first thousand four hundred and seventy-ninth chapters blazing soul fire blade is like a sickle,(1/10)

Punch in front of the sword



The wind ripped the air



Carry with

Sharp sounds straight

Soul

Chest







Soul

Going

Falling on the ground



� Hear

mad

Wind huh

Yelling



�Xun�



Turn your head and arms

To the chest





On the Cloud Peak



The rest of the rest of the repairs looking up at the battle situation

�We



Can't help but eyes

Skin jumps straight





This kind of giant with a tail

Soul





�Response than ever

The types that pass much faster



��

And

Active defense





The weathered sword hit without surprise



The tip of the sword hits accurately

Soul

Two arms

Up



�Send a thorn�

The sizzling sound of





The power of heaven and earth

The madness of formation

Fierce air flow





Friction with red hot armor



�Scrape out countless

� Star







Looks like a distance

Smoke

Flowers



In the air

��







��

�Bad

Glorious





The weathered sword power

Superb power



But in
To be continued...
Prev Index    Favorite NextPage