C1268 Swindler

Zhi Tianchengyou and the father and son of the Phantom King stared at Ding Yi, ready to make up for his mistake at any time.

Even if they could not kill Ding Yi with this sword, they believed that they could at least injure Ding Yi.

Everyone was waiting for the result of this strike.

"F * ck!" Ding Yi knew that he could not avoid it, he suddenly used his divine sense, whoosh