C425 Thousand Feather Sword

A blood-red long sword was hung in the air, and below it, the old Sacrificial Elder had a serious expression on his face as he prepared for battle.

"Good luck!" Ye Ling didn't say too much. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth and said lightly.

As he spoke, he exhaled a mouthful of white smoke and raised his little finger to swipe downwards.

"Go!"

With a swoosh