The battle between the Blood River Divine Sword and the Divine Martial Demonic Fist continued.
Fists and swords came and went, but the killing intent was still boiling.
However, the atmosphere between the two sides had already begun to change.
The sharp and gloomy voice of the Blood River Swordsman rang out, ""Don't think you're so smart."
"Make your own choice," Chen Luoyang said indifferently.
The Blood River Inheritor fell silent again.
If one were to ask him for his first reaction, the most honest answer would be…Fear!
Because his biggest secret was known by others.
He had an internal problem during his cultivation, so he had no choice but to rely on Liufang powder to heal and suppress it.
However, he could only barely control it and could not break the roots.
Only he knew the pain he felt.
But what was worse was that the fragrance was gradually becoming rarer in the mortal world.
