He only felt a bitterness in his throat, as if witnessing a planet crash, a scene of such shock that he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Kill!"
Ye Qingfeng's eyes were indifferent. With murderous rage, the Futu Sword slashed out again, endless Sword Light directly aimed at Wanxuantian.
At this moment, the Transmission Array suddenly emitted a beam of light, and suddenly two figures appeared.
One of them was the black-robed elder from before.
"Stop!"
The other person suddenly flew out, his speed terrifying beyond measure, like a startling swan, swift as the wind and lightning, arriving at the battlefield in an instant.
This person was extremely cold, standing in the air, reaching directly to grab Ye Qingfeng's Sword Light.
"Whoosh!"
Silently, the Sword Light seemed to be devoured, like a stone sinking into the sea, without a single ripple.
Only a gust of wind was raised, blowing this man's long hair, revealing an indifferent face.
