Once the three great grandmasters made their move, they set off a power to destroy heaven and earth. The battlefield was interwoven with the light of blades and blood, and at the center of everything was the figure of a young man.
Even peak grandmasters like Wushuang have become solemn.
They reasoned to themselves that facing the siege of three major powerhouses, facing such terrifying offensive, even if they did not die, they would be severely injured and would find it difficult to escape.
Hu Hai's face was serious, he stood up, the black-scabbarded longsword by his side trembled as if it was ready to be drawn out at any moment.
Roar!
A dragon roar resounded, a golden dragon roared and rushed into the swirling blade light.
All the powerhouses felt a moment of dizziness, as though they saw mountains and rivers appearing over the battlefield, the golden dragon flying around with overwhelming might.
"What swordsmanship is this?"