C263 Invitation

Swish, swish, swish...

Swish, swish...

The saber light was like a wash, and it was as fast as lightning.

In just a moment, the Froze Tyrant Blade had already accumulated 99 layers of Lingshuang's dominance. As it waved, the Knife-Edge became even more domineering.

Although those people from the Sea Race were difficult to deal with, they were still no match for Zhan Tianming