C1266 The Sword Saint of Frigid Depths

Yan Long, who had been turned into a popsicle, was smashed to pieces.

The instant Yan Long died.

The other two men from the Blood Shadow Hall were frightened.

"Han, Sword Saint Hanyuan!"

Yan brown's voice was trembling.

"Blood Shadow Hall, it's you dirty bastards again."

A cold voice came out from the grey-blue robed elder's mouth.

The moment his voice came out