Clang!
With a sword in hand, Ye Sheng pointed at Ye Kun with a slightly crazed expression, eager to give it a try. He said, "I really want to give it a try."
"You're courting death. I'll Grant You Your Wish."Ye Kun sneered. The true energy in his body fluctuated. He was seriously injured, yet he still came to participate in the West Mountain Hunt. Could it be that he didn't have any trump cards?
Rumble!
Ten Yama Kings suddenly appeared behind Ye Kun. They were illusory and unstable, but their violent auras swept through the surroundings.
Bamboo leaves danced in the air, spinning in the air like a bamboo rain.
Ye Sheng instantly activated the limits of his endurance.
The strength of three hundred people.
With the support of three hundred Houtian Fourth Heaven cultivators, Ye Sheng shot out at this moment. With the Longsword in hand and the short sword in hand, the flexible sword was ready to be used.