C988 The Center of the Sun.
"What a sharp sword!" The wild boar looked at the billions of flying swords circling around Wu Xiaoming with disdain. As it roared, the wild boar's hair turned into spears and shot towards Wu Xiaoming.
At the same time, its huge body carried an aura that could crush everything as it crushed towards Wu Xiaoming.
"Shoot!" Wu Xiaoming held the flying sword in his hand and waved his hand
