C449 Four Hundred and Forty-six Zhang Ming’s Disciples.!

Chen Ming drew the Tyrant Immortal Sword!

Nine-year Cicada, four times the speed!

Like a ghost, the blade of the sword landed on the Golden Crow Spear and sent it flying. The Ninth Prince spat out a mouthful of blood and waved his spear in the air!

In the instant he passed by, Chen Ming swung his blade once again