Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

The spiral-shaped glacier was shattered by the iron rod, and even the water tribe's half-step Saint King was impacted, taking seven consecutive steps back, each step spanning dozens of meters. 。The Water Clan's Demi-Saint King's body, appeared with several cracks, he was actually lightly injured. 。"Wow, that's amazing!" 。The Water Clan's Demihuman Saint King spread his arms wide, hastily erecting a water sphere with a diameter of a hundred meters to protect his body within. 。",Dongliu Jianzun's sword, piercing into the spatial vortex, did not deviate in direction. It pointed straight at Zhang Ruochen's heart. 。,From the palm of Fang Yi, a small and exquisite flying knife shot out. It transformed into a slender light trace, aiming for Zhang Ruochin's brow.。