C319 Cripple Zhao Qingcang(1)

Zhao Qingcang's elemental energy rushed out crazily, as if it was sealed by a Demonic Beast. It struggled crazily, and the evil qi soared into the sky.

However, Qin Sheng's Dragon-Confining Hand was like a iron forceps, firmly suppressing it.

"Let go!"

Zhao Qingcang's face was somewhat ferocious. With a flip of his hand, a long sword appeared in his hand