C297 Lend Me the Flying Sword for a Hundred Thousand Yuan and Take the Thief's Dog Head

If he didn't die from a great calamity, he would definitely be blessed.

Chen Yao took a deep breath.

"Chu Tian Ge, I'm not dead yet. Sorry about that, you're going to die."

BOOM!

The mountain peak that buried Chen Yao started to tremble violently. A beam of sword light shot out from the peak and soared into the sky.

"What's going on?"

When this sword light appeared