Looking at this scene, Tianhai Wuji suddenly felt a very strong desire to win. This had nothing to do with the overall situation, it was just about martial arts, but it was extremely important.

Wang Xiaoyao smiled, narrowed his eyes and glanced at him: "We all have reasons why we can't lose."

He raised the huge blade in his hand and opened the hatch.

High in the sky, violent wind and snow poured into the cabin.

Wang Xiaoyao, holding a knife in one hand, took a step forward.

His body stepped on the air and paused in mid-air.

Wangyue Xiange is less than a hundred meters away from him.

The helicopter quickly passed over the two men without any pause, and rushed directly towards the Imperial Army Mountain.

Wangyue Xiange's face was expressionless and motionless.

But the monstrous sword energy boiled around her instantly.

Wang Xiaoyao, who looked calm and calm, held the handle of the knife with both hands.

The blade was raised.

There was a sudden light in the dark night full of wind and snow.

The pale and ghastly light of the sword split the night sky, and the violent edge jumped into the cabin instantly.

Several invincibles in the cabin turned back at the same time.

In sight, under the flying snow, was in front of the Imperial Army Mountain.

The sharp sword light suddenly shot up into the sky amid the sword energy that filled the sky.
Chapter completed!