C742 The past Was like Smoke

The past is like smoke.

In an instant, the figures separated. Zhang Yang's mouth carried a cruel smile as he fixed his gaze on Zhu Qingcheng.

At this moment, Zhu Qingcheng was also staring at Zhang Yang. There seemed to be sword light flashing in his eyes. The sword in his hand seemed to have been burned red by the Innate Divine Fire. Drops of water dripped down from the sword