C941 The Terrifying Yang Fissure Wind!

"Trying to run? Do you think that's possible?" A look of disdain appeared in Yang Liefeng's eyes as his figure flashed and he suddenly appeared. He swung the blood colored whip in his hand, and like a flaming dragon entering the sea, it charged towards Yun Lan who was fleeing in panic, directly wrapping around Yun Lan's waist