C882 The Soul-slaughter Lock Cang Ming(5)

"Lord of Biluo Sect! Mo Zundao!" The burly man's rough voice was like a great thunder. The sound waves shook the dark clouds formed by the ghostly qi in the sky. His eyes, which were flickering with endless fighting intent, only locked onto Ye Lingkong. A silent certainty also arose in Ye Lingkong's heart. He tightened the blue Long Sword in his hand and said slowly in a deep voice