C505 Three thousand roc feather kill

The Kylin black horse was like a ball of flame, the blood and Qi on its body was almost boiling, like a shooting star streaking across, almost tearing the air apart.

Even so, the two pursuers were still in hot pursuit, getting closer and closer.

The heavenly roc's body flashed up like a god changing its position, leaving afterimages in the air one after another