C462 God lord dead!

"Humph!" Your head is still as sharp as my divine sword! "

Inside the black sword, Ye Qinghan snorted coldly, he rushed towards Shen Zhutu once again, the divine sword on his body broke through the black fog and sliced down towards Shen Zhutu once again.

"Bam!"

Unexpectedly, Shen Zhutu did not dodge, and allowed himself to be attacked. A burst of sounds of metal colliding rang