In the sky.
Countless white-haired warriors of the older generation gathered.
Although a hero is old, a beauty is white.
However, the heroic spirit in his actions was still not inferior to that of the past.
At this moment.
They were determined to use their blood and bones to light a bright light for the development of martial arts.
Even if it was only for a moment, it would be good.
It could illuminate the long road ahead for those who came later.
Seeing this situation.
Li Yueming's expression didn't change.
As a reincarnator reincarnator world aborigines are strong or not, strictly speaking, as a reincarnator, as a reincarnator, as a reincarnator, as a reincarnator, as a reincarnator, as a reincarnator.
Now, this group of Martial Saints had gathered.
In the end, the ones who benefited were the martial artists themselves on this vast land.
This was the path they had chosen.
It was for themselves and for the people of the world.
