After casting the last magic art, Yi Qing suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Ice Dragon and the firestorm finally collided violently, erupting with a destructive power. At the same time, the spiritual lightning fell.
Dark blue lightning, dazzling flames, and sharp ice blades engulfed Meng Zheng.
"Be careful!" Seeing this scene, Ling Chuxi could not help but remind him in shock.
A clear cry broke through the clouds and Meng Zheng's figure shot out like a rainbow.
The speed that even divine sense could not lock on to, the fierce and murderous aura, made everyone's heart palpitate.
Man and saber as one! At this moment, no one could tell which part of the rainbow was the saber and which part was Meng Zheng. He had already transformed into a saber, his spirit on the edge of the blade.
With a miserable groan, Yi Qing was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. The blood mist also followed his flying trajectory and formed a long blood-red Rainbow.
