C837 Double gun combination

Yan Lu's eyes were as cold as ice. The ancient halberd in his hand erupted with a chilly killing intent.

Zhao Mingzhe's clothes flapped vigorously due to the strong wind.

"Zhao Mingzhe, I promise, even if Ouyang Yao turns into a tyrannical demon beast, I will still let you die without a burial ground!"

Zhao Mingzhe clenched the pike in his hand, not retreating at all.

"Yan Lu