C707 Brother qing qing(1)

When Ling Tianfei saw the situation, his Dragon Roar Divine Sword drew out a streak of sword light and slashed apart the Monarch's black robe. With a 'whoosh', it revealed his incomparably withered black and dark green arm that was like a firewood in winter. This time, it was Ling Tianfei's turn to be slightly startled.

Now that his sleeve had a big cut, the black fog was a little thinner