C155 Blood Dragon Transformation

"Kill!"

Zhao Zhikun snorted coldly, the Blood Slaughter Golden Blade in his hand lightly waved, and other than the Confess the blood sword that Ye Xing was standing on, the other six Confess the blood sword were all cut apart!

There was no suspense at all!

In front of the Blood Slaughter Golden Saber, the power of the Blood Sword Curse was like tofu, able to slash whatever he