The Battle of Grand Yan Immortals

Jian Wushuang said, "Prince Mo, you can't die now. Once you dies, there will be no more news about the Heaven-patterned Bone Armor."

"Is that Heaven-patterned Bone Armor even more important than your life?" Cheng Qing was also anxious. He knew the aura in the hall better than Jian Wushuang.

It was precisely because he knew that he wanted to stop Jian Wushuang from going to his death.

"Of course, it's not as important as my life, " Jian Wushuang said with a smile. "But the current situation is the best situation."

After saying that, he immediately leaped forward, not afraid of the collapsing hall at all.

"Brother Chen Qing, are you afraid?" Chun Qiu raised his eyebrows and smiled. Then, he caught up with Jian Wushuang without any hesitation.

"W-who's afraid? Can such a small scene intimidate me, Cheng Qing?" Cheng Qing was anxious, but he gritted his teeth and followed.