C1492 Chariot

Chariots.

"Brat, go to hell!"

Looking at Qin Feng, the Sword Qi in his hand was clearly carrying a boundless amount of Death aura.

Obviously, he was planning to kill Qin Feng completely.

"Hmph! With just you alone!"

Qin Feng coldly harrumphed. In his eyes, the brilliance of the Silver erupted to the limit.

"Soul Storm..."

Along with Qin Feng's roar.

Instantly, within the Eye of Purgatory