This man who had suddenly appeared seemed to have been lurking in the Chu Prefecture city for a long time, waiting for this moment to take the National Sword.
He was wearing a green robe, and his long black hair was tied up with a rough jade hairpin.
Although he had an ordinary face, when he held the nation-guarding sword and faced the six top masters alone, his calm posture and wild eyes made everyone who was watching him acknowledge his strength.
This was a person who could compete with six top masters.
Damn it, not only did the North-guarding King want to refine the blood elixir, but he also arranged so many powerful warriors to ambush Zhu Jiu and me ... The expression of the leader of Qingyan tribe changed drastically. He stepped back and reached out his palm.
With a whoosh, a cyclone rose from his palm. On the distant city wall, broken and intact weapons gathered toward Ji Li Zhigu like a school of fish.
