Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

The flowing liquid water, rapidly solidified, transformed into white solid ice, still retaining its spiral shape, carrying a penetrating force. 。The frenzied foot stomped, leaping from the golden dragon palanquin, snatched up an iron rod, and with a sudden sweep... 。His iron rod wasn't an ordinary object, heavier than a mountain peak. When he swung it, ripples like waves formed all around. 。,On the other side, Zhang Ruochen rode the golden chariot and was unstoppable. He crashed into seven peak-level Saints in a row, injuring three of them severely. 。,It can be seen that the power and speed of this sword, as well as the swordsmanship intention of Dongliu Jianzun, must be quite terrifying, enough to counter Zhang Ruochin's distorted space.。