C1972 The Demonic Dragon Was on the Verge of Death

Wu Qingchou's blade was extremely sharp, and it had the intent of breaking all the techniques!

However, all of a sudden, the two halves of the ice spear erupted with a brilliant divine light. A domineering coldness filled the air!

"What!"

A rare look of seriousness flashed through Wu Qingchou's eyes!

He realized the might of the Frost King Spear. He struck out with his right palm