"ji ji!" the silver river was leaning against its master's feet.
as a little rabbit at the supreme body level, it was hard to believe that it could use the sun moon divine eye to capture the battle between xing and shuo.
however, it could hold its breath at every moment of life and death, not wanting to miss a single detail.
"master, master, why isn't big sister xing fighting back? why is she always in a passive defensive state ..."
" oh, i see. she's observing the enemy's weakness, avoiding it and taking its vital points. when she finds the opportunity, she might deal a heavy blow ... "
the eight-winged fallen sword god's combat style was indeed completely different from the six-winged sword sect's godly angel or the six-winged fallen godly angel. there was a fundamental difference.
if it was in the past, once xing's sword tomb expanded, the divine sword would definitely dance chaotically.
the attributes were either multiplied or compatible with each other.
