Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Zhang Ruochin soared out of the Golden Stepped Dragon Palanquin like a great peng spreading its wings. The space before him twisted and warped, becoming a swirling vortex.,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.,From the palm of Fang Yi, a small and exquisite flying knife shot out. It transformed into a slender light trace, aiming for Zhang Ruochin's brow.。