Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

Fēng Mó stood on a dragon bone of the golden chariot, and let out a sinister chuckle: "Brother Fang, Brother Dong Liu, it's been a long time.,Fang Yi ordered the Holy Realm experts stationed outside Shengfu, "Kill them both." 。At least ten saints made their move. Some launched their holy arts and artifacts from afar at the golden dragon chariot, while others charged directly towards it. 。,The final, sharp tip of the sword stopped, about three inches from Zhang Ruochin's heart.。