C933 At the Competition Point.(1)

"Boom!"

The golden sword light swept across the snowy plains like a tsunami.

The white fog covered their vision, and the loud rumbling sound was like the might of thunder.

"Run!" Yang Qianxue and Zhuge Qian shouted at the same time.

Both of them felt a great sense of danger.

Zhuge Qian had set up a trap for ten minutes, and almost all of it was destroyed by this sword