" Who is it?!"
Yi Xuancang suddenly attacked the moment he spoke.
The exquisite coffee table in front of him was thrown out.
The coffee table quickly distorted in the air.
They were reforged into countless sharp swords that flickered with cold light.
In the blink of an eye, they all rushed in the direction of the sound.
However, these swords were enough to kill ordinary Trascendent hundreds of times.
When it charged a meter in front of Bai Wuyuan, it was as if it had fallen into a gel and stopped moving.
Then, as if they were melted by flames, they transformed into shooting star darts with sharp corners.
It was quickly reflected back.
Facing this group of darts.
The expressions of Yi Xuancang and the Black Crow General changed.
The two of them immediately retreated from the arena.
The sharp darts pierced through the opposite wall.
Countless straight holes were created.
