C423 Confluence of Dragons

A few balls of devilish qi which was flickering with green light spat out from Demon Elder Qing Jun's mouth, flying up into the air and transforming into five devil swords.

The demon sword closed in step by step, a sense of urgency pushing down on his mind. Xu Chong glanced at the panicking Xu Wei, his heart was upset.

"Sizzle sizzle!"

The demon sword swept through the fog