The world was pitch black! Fengyun Zhenren said quietly: "Seven Stars Dragon Summoning Art." At this time, seven light stars were lit up, dazzling. A beam of light hit! The beam of light was as thick as a person's arm, and seven waves came in a flash!

Huai Fan twisted the fusion knife with his hands, opened his eyes wide, and said, "Go!"

The two finally collided.

The sky and the earth changed color and exploded, like thunder.

Huaifan couldn't help but staggered two steps, and a mouthful of red blood appeared. He still ignored him and murmured: "I broke through, I broke through the eighth level." Then Pan Qi sat in the void, closing his eyes!

But Master Fengyun only took two steps back, and it was not serious. Seeing Huaifan this time, he said happily: "Junior brother, I finally broke through the eighth level."

The domineering momentum spreads on the sea, prevailing the world.

For two days and two nights, Huaifan sat cross-legged here. The bluestone not far from Fengyun Zhenren was sitting, holding the four magic blues swords of Zhilifei.

It seems like he is trapped in deep memories. Does the expression show a slight smile?

He was laughing! He was still laughing while crying.
Chapter completed!