"Don't talk too much, come on." Long Ao waved the Yellow Dragon Sword forward. Ye Qingyang flicked the gun in his hand, and the power of the flames spread around his body. Flames rolled around the body like a lion's roar.
"Defend Fang Long'ao, attack Fang Ye Qingyang. The ring competition begins." After speaking, the old woman backed away, although she was holding a cane in her hand, she was very fast. In less than a second, he was on the edge of the ring.
"Yellow Dragon Sword!" Long Ao yelled, the Yellow Dragon Sword in his hand exuded a golden light of tears, the width of the golden light wrapped around the body of the sword was more than one foot wide.
Like a swimming dragon, it circled around the sword body. Long Ao pushed forward, and the golden light rushed out like a long dragon.