C69 Lu Yuan

The Astral Qi was biting cold, and the phoenix claw tore through the air. There was a trace of the primordial savagery, a sharpness that could tear apart everything.

Chen Yu's back was taut and straight. The zhenqi in his body was like a raging river, surging without restraint.

A dragon's roar suddenly sounded!

Howling Dragon Fist!

If the Wave Slasher Saber was in his hand