Drunken Samsara

——

Although there were many black divine swords, the Marquis of Three Yin did not think much of their power.

But now, as these black divine swords formed a sword formation and the two giant black trees charged at them, even the Marquis of Three Yin did not dare to underestimate their power.

Boom! Boom!

The two huge black trees were charging at them from both sides.

The blood-colored fog on the Marquis of Three Yin's body surged, but his right hand was swung out like lightning.

Two claws appeared one after another, and each claw was blood-colored.

In the void, two blood-colored lights seemed to flash out explosively.

These two blood-colored lights truly tore apart the heaven and earth, and in the blink of an eye, they struck the two huge black trees.

Bang! Bang!

The two giant black trees were sent flying again.

Seeing this, Jian Wushuang was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled.