沈浪苏若雪紫霞仙子

Ye Qiu stretched out his finger, and a ball of soft but hard light immediately shot out again. Boss Qi learned his lesson this time. Immediately move the knife to block, bam! With a sound, the sword in his hand was pointed by Ye Qiu's immortal. The thorn was broken into pieces, and pieces of iron fell to the ground, reflecting the sunlight coming in from outside, making them particularly dazzling....