"Oh no, it's thunder!"

He threw the folding fan in his hand gently, and touched the thunder spear he met with Jiang. The folding fan exploded directly, and the thunder spear remained imposing and headed straight for Wen Zhixing!

"Haoran righteousness, the world will last forever!"

Wen Zhixing roared and wrote in the void with his hand instead of writing:

"I have the edge of nobility and lead the sky to cast nine states into a tripod!"

"I have the ambition to kill dragons, and burn the prairie fire to make wine in the world!"

"The sun and the moon are falling in the southeast, the mountains are floating and the mountains are falling and falling, the axes are falling, the jade is broken and the tiles are mixed, and the long sword is the only one who respects me!"

"Kill millions of soldiers in the world, and the sword on your waist is still bloody. The old monk does not know the hero, just ask for his name!"

Poems appeared out of thin air, and it seemed like the battlefield of gold and iron horses reappeared.

The great aura condensed into countless strange phenomena and rushed directly to Jiang Hui's thunder spear!

Boom!

The thunder spear condensed by the river breaks.

But then there were countless thunder spears, and some overwhelming thunder power attacked Wen Zhixing!

Hurry!
Chapter completed!