C406 Cigarette Smoke of Chrysanthemum

control.

Stingy Zhou shouted: "Kill!" He was encouraging himself. This was a live broadcast, and victory was in sight. If he could kill a God, it would be hard for him not to get angry.

The fire staff in the Zhu Rong's hand pointed outwards. Every time it descended, a fireball would fly out.

Shua shua shua! The color of the Four-immortal Sword Sword constantly changed