C322 In His Life Palace

As soon as Wang Xiong's voice faded, another sound of rushing wind could be heard. The blood-red sword rain shot out from the black fog at an incredible speed, carrying an irresistible force.

"Withdraw!" Wang Xiong also shouted at this time. He waved the Zhe Long Fan in his hand once again. That Zhe Long Fan was a treasure that could accommodate all kinds of things