Fēng Mó stood on a dragon bone of the golden chariot, and let out a sinister chuckle: "Brother Fang, Brother Dong Liu, it's been a long time.,Jin Bu Long's momentum was unstoppable, like a bamboo forest being swept away. He smashed through three Wan Wen Sacred Artifacts in succession, shattered four sacred arts, and rushed towards the Sacred Mansion at lightning speed.,Of course, the sword speed of the East Flow Sword Venerable became slower and slower. 。The sword qi on the blade, also warped space, gradually dispersed. 。。
