C2280 Draw Rain Hang It up

Draw the rain, hang it on.

Pop, pop, pop!

Wong Tao's four senior brothers spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time. Their faces became extremely pale. Because the Flying Sword was destroyed, their divine souls were violently shaken!

"How could this be..."

The four of them looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

How could their Immortal Swords..