C524 Sword holding!

"What did you say?!"

Yan Wu's expression immediately changed, the sword in his hand slashed down, the berserk sword pressure making people unable to open their eyes.

Ye Wusheng's gaze was as clear and calm as water, and his voice was light: "Okay, this young master will say it again, bring over the Star Language!"

BOOM!

The Heavenly Cloud Cong Emperor Sword slashed down