Little enemy, what kind of demon art?
He Sheng, who came out violently, suddenly stopped. Bai Se, sweat pouring down, his soul suddenly in pain, fell asleep, losing spirit, even his sight changed. Therefore, He Sheng felt shocked and uneasy. This was a duel with the enemy. How to fight when forty percent of the power can't be used?
"Hahaha, I've been fooled by others every day lately. Now I'm fooled myself." Su Qin laughed triumphantly.
But, he's daring to defeat the Sword Pavilion Sect's great battle. Even if he attains nature, he's trained a few top ranks, exceeding the challenge. It's intensely at the Void Meta Sixth Level. Like the Sword Pavilion, Five Sects, up to now, for tens of thousands of miles around, there's no hearing of energy. Never practiced. Mental weakness is very serious. Ah!
"Spirit, kill him!" He Sheng growled, hoping the Sword Pavilion would bow.
"Roar!" The beast erupted in flames, roaring.
