C809 I Have One Sword Ten Thousand Ghosts Kneel(2)

Crazy blade aura continuously gushed out from these four people's bodies, layer after layer of blood-red fishy smell spread out, and the entire street was dyed with a blood-red mist of blood.

"Blood Futu." Behind the white-clothed young master stood a man whose face was covered from beginning to end. His appearance couldn't be seen clearly, but from his hoarse voice