Even without getting close, they could feel the power of the purple flames.
"May the god of light bless the believers."
The three Holy disciples 'faces were very ugly. In this situation, whether it was Edward's group of three or the 19 passengers, they were all in an extremely dangerous situation.
It was a pity that the Dark Age was too powerful, and everyone was unable to break through it in a short time.
At that moment, song Qing's wrist turned and the heaven-destroying sword was summoned.
"Step back a little."
Although the three cultivators didn't know what was going on, when they heard her words, they subconsciously moved aside.
The swordsman bent his legs and jumped behind her. He saw that she was already holding a long sword in her hand and raising it.
"You ..."
Compared to the giant sword in the swordsman's hand, the sword in song Qing's hand was slender and delicate. It looked very light, like a woman's delicate ornament.
