Following Qinghu Ming's thought, the seventy-two gourd swords in front of him locked onto Ling Tianfan on the battlefield ahead and killed him.

It was as if the seventy-two gourd sword evil spirits were breaking through the sky.

The power of each gourd sword is greater than any sword attacked by Qinghu He holding a weapon or magic weapon! This

It's a trump card, it's a big move, and it's a killer move!

Locked in the sword energy of the seventy-two gourd sword demons, Ling Tianfan felt that his whole body was filled with the chill of death, and the surrounding air seemed to be solidified by the breath of death.

He felt death!

If these seventy-two gourd sword evil spirits are allowed to attack him, let alone the fifth-grade yellow-grade defensive magic weapon on his body, even if he wears the seventh- or eighth-grade yellow-grade defensive magic weapon, he may not be able to resist it!

but

, life and death are right in front of him. He

We must face it, we must find a way to resist it. No

Then, he is the one who dies!"

It’s now!”

Ling Tianfan's eyes flashed with a gleam as if he was risking his life to survive.
Chapter completed!