Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Of course, the sword speed of the East Flow Sword Venerable became slower and slower. 。The sword qi on the blade, also warped space, gradually dispersed. 。,Just a little bit. 。If my cultivation were to advance further, Zhang Ruochin would definitely not be able to withstand this sword of mine. 。“The Eastern Flow Sword Saint felt a tinge of regret.” 。"Zhang Ruochin, your cultivation seems to have increased a lot. No wonder you dare to rush over alone." 。Unfortunately, you've met us two. You're destined to drink hatred today. 。,In Fang Yi's view, Zhang Ruochen, who was desperately fighting against Dongliu Jianzun, would definitely not be able to avoid this sword. 。。