C565 [50064] the Sword Dance of the Five Hundred and Fifty Eights
The battle had already turned into a bitter one. After all, the Barbarian Clan’s Golden Immortal had yet to train. They wouldn’t be able to handle such a large-scale battle!
Lyu Qingxuan waved the Great Halberd in his hand and swept it left and right, sending the enemies flying back!
At this time, the assassins of light finally moved. Black crows flew in the sky
