Ning Yuan Rong Zhao

The flowing liquid water, rapidly solidified, transformed into white solid ice, still retaining its spiral shape, carrying a penetrating force. 。The frenzied foot stomped, leaping from the golden dragon palanquin, snatched up an iron rod, and with a sudden sweep... 。His iron rod wasn't an ordinary object, heavier than a mountain peak. When he swung it, ripples like waves formed all around. 。,Three and a half Step Saint Kings surrounded him at once. Fen Mo instantly felt the pressure, immediately retracted his smile, and caressed his iron rod. Suddenly, a series of tadpole-shaped runes appeared on the surface of the iron rod.,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. 。。