Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

On the other side, Zhang Ruochen rode the golden chariot and was unstoppable. He crashed into seven peak-level Saints in a row, injuring three of them severely. 。,Just a little bit. 。If my cultivation were to advance further, Zhang Ruochin would definitely not be able to withstand this sword of mine. 。“The Eastern Flow Sword Saint felt a tinge of regret.” 。"Zhang Ruochin, your cultivation seems to have increased a lot. No wonder you dare to rush over alone." 。Unfortunately, you've met us two. You're destined to drink hatred today. 。,In Fang Yi's view, Zhang Ruochen, who was desperately fighting against Dongliu Jianzun, would definitely not be able to avoid this sword. 。。