C7011 Flying Missiles

Just like that, a thought flashed across Birkowski and the other two's minds.

"Break!"

Zhang Xiaofann stepped into the void and ascended to the heavens. His black hair was blown by the piercing northern wind.

The seven-colored divine light in his eyes shone brightly, and his black中山装 fluttered in the strong wind.

Zhang Xiaofann raised his hand and clenched it in the air