C1355 Triumph

A red and blue martial skill condensed in the center of Xiao Tianzheng's palm. Xiao Tianzheng's petite body was incompatible with the terrifying aura that he had condensed, but it still seemed so natural and natural.

The old man's face was grim. The stone in his hand was the most important factor in the war between the two races. Although everything seemed to be going as planned