C642 The Five-colored Altar.

"Arrogant disciple, die!"

With the Frosty Sword in his hand, the Third Ancestor rushed out and pointed it at Lin Yuan's chest.

"Boom!"

The simple stab exploded in the air.

"Bam!"

Lin Yuan's fist smashed into the ancient sword, and his body suddenly sank to the ground.

Compared to the fight in the air, he preferred to fight on the ground. Moreover, the Breaking Moon was damaged