A group of seven colored flames quickly passed by with the sound of whistling, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. However, at this time, the arc in the beautiful with a chilling murderous gas.
Beauty, death.
The things that are not related to the two are integrated here.
Bang,
The beauty of the colorful flame disappeared with a loud noise.
The man with his pants turned into ashes before he had regained consciousness. In the ashes, Yiyuanying looked at the place where he was crying in horror.
A handsome man in a white robe was standing in the grass several meters away from the man. Man full