C1469 Nine-colored ancestor

Zhou Tong straightened his sword and looked at Chi Yang and Yue Hua coldly.

"All of you, remember this, this sovereign Zhou Tong, this sword. Today, neither of you will be able to touch the person I protect. One more step, and whoever comes will die! "

The Sword Wind soared into the sky, as if it was going to cut off the endless space