Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

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.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。The outer perimeter of the Jinbu Long Lian formed a circle of golden holy power mist, which violently clashed with the white light pillar. Waves of chaotic holy power surged outwards. 。,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.。