C399 The Ghost King

"Shut up!" Ouyang Huo's face darkened as he sized up the three people.

The red and white bug that was about the thickness of a finger suddenly rushed towards Soong Ningyu. Gong Zilin's eyes turned cold. He raised the sword in his hand and swung it at the bug that was rushing over. The sword qi was like a rainbow. Once it touched the sword qi, the bug would definitely be splashed with juice