C463 Zhang Four Hundred and Sixty-eight, the Land of No Dirt.
On the Heaven Conneting Bridge, the two stood opposite each other.
What kind of trump card did his opponent have to dare to face him like this?
Chen Ming stepped forward and his right hand landed on the handle of the Nine-year Cicada. No matter what it was, he would cut it down with his saber. He had already walked a thousand miles, and he would never be defeated before the last hurdle
