C871 No one wins

The rare genius of the Heavenly Snow Sect, the bronze Ancient Spear in her hands, was like a peerless god of death, giving Qiao Nan a headache.

After thinking about it again and again, Qiao Nan finally decided that he no longer needed to hide his strength. Standing within the surging stars, with countless stars floating around him, it made him look like the overlord of the stars