C735 142 Twelve Wind Wings

"Flowing Fire Strong Shield!"

Ye Han did not care about it at all. He pointed his finger and the flaming shield congealed in front of Ye Han. The sky filled with claw images as they collided with the Flowing Fire Strong Shield.

Duanmu Changyu's face sank again. Even though he had some guesses about Ye Han's cultivation level, but since it had really happened