C1732 Ninety-nine Tian Ji Leaves

Under the scorching sun, Shengxue's white clothes blossomed with an extremely dazzling brilliance.

The longsword stood at an angle, the cold light at the tip of its sword constantly flickering.

An enormous amount of killing intent gushed out of his body. His eyes, which were filled with blood-red light, seemed to be unable to contain anything other than killing intent