C807 One Foot Crippled

"Arrogant little devil, please become the number one ten thousand spoils of war in my hands!"

The Phantom Ghost's arm grabbed the broadsword on his shoulder and slashed down. The air produced an ear-piercing sound and with a swoosh, he arrived in front of Ye Xiaofan.

"Tsk tsk …"

The two-edged blade, which was at least three meters long and half a meter wide