C587 The Ghost-slaying Strike of Level Five Hundred and Sixty-six.

Luan Shengtian was busy with Duan Shou’s fast blade. He couldn’t handle Duan Shou’s blade!

At this moment, a Wolf Fang Arrow pierced through his shoulder. Golden blood dripped from the wound. Luan Shengtian looked at it and did not care.

But it wouldn’t affect him at all.

Yang Hui’s Immortal Beast soared into the sky and flew around Luan Shengtian