《床垫狂欢》台湾版

The desolate and fierce killing force, like the autumn wind sweeping across the fallen leaves, was blasted away by the giant ax in Ning Cheng's hand. When this ax shadow was just blasted out, it was exactly the same as the traces of the ax shadow that Ning Cheng realized. When the ax shadow had taken shape and gathered momentum, the ax shadow had Ning Cheng's own emotions and trajectory....