Suddenly, Xue Bailiu disappeared from where he stood, transforming into a gentle breeze.
Xiao Li, flying toward the distant sky, was suddenly surrounded by floating willow catkins. He felt an unfathomable force of rules begin spreading toward his two Pure Yang Treasures in front of him.
"What?"
Almost at the same time as Xiao Li's slight change in expression,
he suddenly saw the fan and the short sword in his hand turn into fragile willow branches, which were then forcefully snapped by two hands...
Crack!!
These two terrifying Magical Treasures of the Fire Virtue Sect, which had nearly seriously injured Xue Bailiu, were unexpectedly snapped like two willow twigs.
And at the moment the two treasures were broken, the fireball below, the burning flames, suddenly extinguished as if they were water without a source, like wood without roots.
"Soldier Breaking Order!"
Below, Xu Fanfeng, who was tending to Xiao Tianzuo, who was barely breathing, turned pale:
