Lost?

Ye Xiao's snow-white robe danced in the air. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and his eyes were as sharp as lightning. He was no longer as calm as before.

Mo Feiyun stood opposite him with his hands behind his back. He stared at ye Xiao with an even sharper gaze and said coldly, "I won't hold back in this battle!"

Ye Xiao chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll hold back!"

Could it be that Yun let out a cold snort and suddenly spread out his hands, causing the black robe covering his entire body to Billow in the wind. With a sudden explosion, the Clouds and mist within a radius of tens of thousands of feet around him, all the way to the middle of the squeeze!

A sharp and insolent sword light, as if the Lightning in the clouds, awe-inspiring and appear!

With a flip of her hand, Ye Xiaosu grasped the monarch sword and pointed it diagonally at the sky. "Come on,"she shouted